|The whole fandamily (minus my dad). It was my grandpa's 90th birthday!|
|My uncle's front yard. The unicorn got away before I could take a pic.|
|Jack and Grampa.|
|My uncle lives up the street from a draft horse breeding ranch! Ahhh!|
So, why do I really need an editor? Because I have too many ideas right now, and I don't know which way to go. If I had an editor (or an agent!), I could get a professional opinion before I head down what could possibly be the wrong path - again! See, there's the mystery novel that I'm thinking of rewriting as YA, and then there's the Russian book, and of course there are the next two books in the Friday trilogy, and I have another idea for a sci-fi/dystopian that I'd really love to explore too. But are any of them worth pursuing? I don't know! I have all these ideas and not a clue what to do with them.
And that, my friends, is why I really need an editor. Of course, I suppose it could be worse. I could have NO ideas, and then I'd really be screwed. And the good news is that after a tortuous five-hour flight home, my trip ended on a high note. No, not the ear-piercing shrieks Jack let out during the descent, but two requests from agents. Which is *almost* as good as seeing Jack with his great grandpa. But not quite.