I just sent a proposal off to the publisher for a new book. If everyone could think happy thoughts, it would be much appreciated…

I handed in the finished, polished, done-with-it manuscript of the first book for which I’ve been the tech editor Friday morning at 06.30.

Over the weekend at my parents’ house, I discovered that I have a whole new sort of subconscious anxiety-inspired dream now that I no longer have play dreams.

Now I dream about going through the galleys of the book I’ve just finished editing, dreams where I’m turning pages and freaking out about major errors and material I never saw, thus didn’t edit.