It's the end of March! It's April tomorrow! And I was going to write earlier today to complain about how March was going out with a nasty wintry mix, but I was just outside to discover that the skies are clear, the sun is shining, and the temperature has risen about 15 degrees—so I have nothing to complain about! I love having nothing to complain about. Let's get to the update. Last week, my goal was to finish reworking my first three chapters of my YA WIP and send the sample to readers. And I did! I got feedback over the weekend and am about to open up the document to start implementing it. My new goal is to send the pages to my agent in the next day or two. (Alyssa, if you happen to read this, feel free to email and hold me to it!)
I have to say that Month One of bootcamp has been great for me. I've accomplished exactly what I set out to do, and it's been wonderful to know that so many other people are writing and revising as well. Team Mazama is chugging along on our individual goals, and I'm thrilled to have such a genuinely nice group of gals holding me accountable. I know I can accomplish so much more in the months to come! That said, going forward, things will get a little fuzzy… because I have no idea what my goals are for April. A lot depends on what my agent has to say about the two WIP samples I sent her. Will she want me to revise the two excerpts further? Push forward on finishing a draft of one project or the other? Work on drafting both simultaneously? I have no idea!
So, this week, once I send in my YA pages, I am going to go easy on myself. I'm going to try to make a dent in my ever-growing books-to-read pile. I'll do some brainstorming, thinking about how I would like to move forward with both projects, so I'm ready whatever happens. Hopefully, I'll get to hash everything out with my agent and come up with a proper plan for what's next.
Plus, I'll be cheering on my YA Bucklers as several of them start Camp NaNoWriMo tomorrow! Go team!
Oh, and in case you were wondering, the wedding weekend was a blast. Everything went fairly smoothly, the bride looked beautiful, the cake was delicious, and my husband and I tore up the dance floor at the reception. (There might even be photographic evidence of our dance-floor prowess, once the professional photos come in…)