Snore

I'm not sure if this is a bad sign, but I'm working on putting chapters and such in my second book to get it ready to send to publishers and I cannot keep my eyes open.  It is so slow at work today; I can't say that aloud, though.  I'll jynx it.  Anyway, hopefully it's not my story putting me to sleep, and even if it is, it's probably because I already know what happens.

My subscription to Writer's Market's website ran out so I'm just going off the list of publishers I sent my other book to, plus any that I happen to stumble on that I think my work would fit in well with.  (<--I just ended a sentence with a preposition!  Ha ha, remember that ongoing joke through Beavis and Butthead Do America?)

A coworker asked how much weight I was losing.  If we're all going by the scale the Employee Health lady used, compared to my scale at home, I've lost 13 lbs.  I think that's total BS, but whatever.  I've asked other ladies.  They're scales at home compared to the EH scale are pretty close- 1-3 pound differences.  Not 13 like mine.  So maybe I am losing weight?  The coworker said she noticed.  I haven't really.  Maybe in my butt; of course, the place I didn't really want to lose weight.

Finished editing...again!

So, I finally finished editing my book for probably the 100th time.  I took me two nights and a workday to read it, and I was pretty impressed with myself for that.  I thought it was on the short side, but I'm a pretty fast reader.  It's 69 thousand words (and some odd change) which, according to what I found on Google, makes it a "novella". 

I've been back and forth with the official name for it.  I've stuck with "Kayla's Second Chance" for a while.  I was thinking of making it "The Wish" and the sequels could be "The Wedding", "The Job", etc.  But there's already a book called "The Wish" (again, Google) and then I started thinking that "Kayla's Second Chance" would work with sequels like, "Kayla's (Second) Wedding," which I actually started writing tonight at work.  I'm so excited!

Working hard...or hardly working?

The title of this post is actually a line from my book, lulz.  Anyway, blogging at work.  This is the first weekend I've been scheduled.  I've been here two and half hours and I've already written on myself (on my Hello Kitty t-shirt, mind you!).  Got my first paycheck yesterday and it's already gone to bills, hooray.  I was hoping I could get a new tattoo.  =(

I might bring my laptop in tomorrow and work on my query letter or whatever it is that first publisher I'm working on wants.  Maybe edit some more.  Edit, edit, edit!