I spent nine hours today editing my book so I could give the publisher my final draft before the Holidays and just be done.
I literally, and I'm not kidding, read every single word of it out loud so I would know if it made sense or not.
The only problem with that? Is that Ginger, my dog, thinks that every time I speak I'm talking to her. So she stood next to my desk and wagged her tail for nine hours today.
She's going to sleep good tonight, I think.
But anyway. I hit send just a moment ago. It's out of my hands.
I'm sure I'll have more work to do. But for now, the book is dedicated, the acknowledgments are written, I wrote my bio, and I edited the hell out of it.