A week or so ago, I sent my work in progress out to three first readers and yesterday I received the last of the comments. Overall, they liked it. (Whew!) Now I'm working on the rewrite.
I wish I could say I have a nice, leasurely amount of time to turn this puppy around, but I don't. It has to arrive on my editor's desk on September 7th. Last time around, I pushed the envelope and didn't get the manuscript ready to go until the day before the deadline. No problem, I said, and moseyed on down to the local UPS Store. I nearly hemmoraged (or at least my wallet did) when I learned that to overnight the manuscript was going to cost me a whopping $40. That ain't gonna happen again.
The rewrite is going well, and I might even finish up later today. The thing that's holding me back? Testing those recipes. I have a feeling I'll be cooking my butt off this weekend as I make several different versions of each dish until I'm satisfied. (Including a coconut cake--but wait, it's my birthday. What's wrong with having three birthday cakes, right?)
Rewrites are either a pain in the butt or a lot of fun. This one is fun because so far my first readers haven't found too much wrong. And I love it that they've (hopfully) found all the typos and glitches. That makes me look good. I want to please my editor and if he enjoys reading the ms. and is happy he doesn't have to do much work on it--we're both very happy.
But in the meantime, it's back to those recipes.
Oh, let me eat cake!