We're on a mission from God…

My editorial letter just landed today, so you probably won't be seeing me around these parts for a few weeks. I'll be too busy clear-cutting large chunks of my manuscript, at the end of which I know in my heart it will be a thousand times better but still…

I have a hit list of scenes that have to go, and another (even longer) list of scenes that I have to add.

And my editor, who in real life is much prettier than John Belushi, is saying this:

And I'm all like, well, damn, I guess the fun's over.

Can you tell I'm officially procrastinating already?

It will be okay. I'm excited actually. Once the weeping and gnashing of teeth subsides, there's a pretty good book hiding in there somewhere and I will find it. Now you'll have to excuse me, I think the bathtub needs waxing.