Total F**king Freak Out

I'm about to lose my mind. I wrote recently about my short story sale, and now I've heard back from the editor at Penguin (I met with her in August and sent her a book synopsis and three sample chapters). Guess what? She wants to review the completed manuscript. Jesus! Now I have to finish it. I've set a goal for completion of the first draft by the end of November. Writing that down here, I hope, will keep me accountable. I've promised to have the manuscript to her by mid December, so I'm going to be working my fingers down to bloody stumps. I'm going to be a shut-in. The neighbors are going to think I'm the Sentinel.

Wish me luck and fast fingers.