The MS for ESTC was just resubmitted. Now I get to worry about how good my tweaks are, on top of how good the book is as a whole.
No, I cannot win.
I do like it, though, I really do. It’s much better than I remember feeling that it was when I first submitted it, so those two weeks gave me a good step back and helped me regain perspective. I’m more confident this time. I still can’t shake the anxious knot between my shoulders, though, but that’s perfectly natural.
I’m going to go for a drive and pick up the boy with HRH, as he’s stopped by on his way there to offer the opportunity.
I love how the quality of light changes once there’s snow on the ground. I know I’m still in the honeymoon period with winter, and I fully intend to enjoy it until I get fed up come mid-January.
That Yule thing is finally starting to feel real. I should schedule a shopping trip sometime in the next couple of weeks to pick up the few gifts on my list. Shopping for presents has never been a huge thing for me, and it’s even less so the older I get. Liam is covered, most parental unit gifts are orderable on-line internet, and HRH and I tend to blank out on gifts for one another no matter what the occasion, so we’ve reached a point where we don’t stress about it. Don’t misunderstand me: scoring the perfect gift for the spouse is awesome, and when we can we do it, but generally money or circumstances or lack of inspiration lead us to not-gifting one another. It’s okay by us. We have more fun decorating and cooking anyhow.
The winter boots and the ski jacket we introduced this morning are cool in Liam’s books. Also, the new winter hat I got him (sort of a blue corduroy ball cap lined in mock shearling with earflaps that velcro under the chin so that he can’t pull it off) is a big hit. He won’t keep mittens on to save his life either, so I’m going to get a metre of polar fleece and sew two long rectangle sock-like things to pull up all the way over his arms, possibly with a strip on each of them to tie them together behind his back to further foil his Houdini inclinations. The ski jacket is part of a two-piece snowsuit, which will be great for playing but for car trips is really excessive; the problem is, the ski jacket on its own is a bit short for the trips between the house and the car. Sometimes it feels like there is no way to win, but as this snowsuit was secondhand I’m not complaining. I’ll keep my eyes open for a longer winter coat, but at least it isn’t pressing.
New words so far today: “window” and “camera”. We’re working on “snowman”. And the boy has decided that pulling a scarf on (anyone’s scarf, which means I see him draping my lace one around his neck sometimes) and holding out a pair of someone’s gloves for them to put on is a good way to tell us that it’s time to go out.
Nixie has taken to curling up on my desk just to the left of my keyboard, with her head on the corner. Good company for the last day of tweaking ESTC. (Insert nail-biting here.)