I've finished the manuscript I was editing, which means I can get back to my own book for the next few days. In practice, I suspect that'll be either on the subway in longhand--
cattitude and I are meeting
roadnotes and
baldanders for sushi this evening--or not until we get home. I need a break--writing fiction and editing fiction aren't that different, mentally, at least not for me, not yet (the MS I just turned in is the first novel I've edited, and the Nanowrimo project is the first one I'm writing). But I've beaten the deadline again, which is always satisfying and a bit surprising.
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