Around the 3rd September, minding my own business, when....
He said: Done with me POD. Anyone else?
She said: You've got my attention
He said: Send me something
She said: Okay then, here
He said: I like it
She said: You do?
He said: I want to publish
She said: You do?
He said: Shall we?
She said: Damn right
He said: Polish
She said: Okay
A bit later....
He said: Here's the cover
She said: Ummm, no
He said: This one?
She said: Errr no
He said: Now?
She said: Brill
He said: Ready?
She said: Here
He said: Debi!!
She said: Oh gawd
He said: work through the night, don't stop until your fingers bleed (no he didn't but I have to blame someone for wanting to kill the cat at this point)
She said: Slavedriver
He said: Diva
She said: Ouch
He said: Read
She said: I am
He said: Read
She said: Reading...
He said: Edit
She said: When?
He said: Yesterday
She said: Sod
145 emails later
He said: We're done
She said: Thank fuck for that. Can I get some sleep now?
9 comments:
He said: You can't sleep yet, what about the sequel and the other sixteen manuscripts?
(been trying to comment for six months but bloody blogger is playing up again)
What's this? Late night extreme exaggeration syndrome Skinty. Don't be stoopid, I said fourteen!
Truly happy for you, Minx.
love as always
It'll all be worth it in the end.
HE said -Ohmygod 14........?
Bloody hell! 14! One a month, so a year Christmas you can have a life!
I didn't realise that Skint was quite so masterful sounding ...
Cx
Masterful? We let him think so.
Ah, but it has been an exhilarating ride, hasn't it, Minx.
Congratulations on the new baby - may there be many more.
Ow, no, CT, don't hit me!!!
My birthday!
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