All Done!

[lydamorehouse]

Yesterday I finished Tate's revisions of Romancing the Dead.  I'm actually a lot happier with the finished product than I thought I'd be. I don't know if it was all the slash reading I've been doing, but I had another epiphany, which was, there wasn't NEARLY enough sex in a book that was supposed to be a romance. I must have added three or four new sex scenes.  Because, you know what?  I figure that the romance readers might forgive me some stupid plot if there's lots of hot sex.

Hell, it works for me when I'm reading romance.

But instead of being relieved and and excited to be done, I'm feeling a little post partum depression or something.  I woke up grouchy and feeling like I had too much to do.  (You'd think I'd feel the opposite, right?)  I'm feeling overwhelmed by the dishes in the sink, the fish tanks that need cleaning, the garbage that has to go out, the little errands that need doing, and all of that. 

So I decided to cope with that by avoiding the various messes for an hour or so.  Mason and I are watching Fantasia, while I type. I had my morning coffee.

Oh, but there's a few bits of good news:  1) Dead Sexy made this month's Locus bestseller list for trade paperbacks.  It is #4.  2) My agent sold two new Tate books: Dead If I Do (yes, Plaid Adder, that's the title you offered) and Honeymoon of the Dead.  The books should be fun to write, I hope.  The money is certainly darn good.  So, whoot.