I got word from my editor that those revisions, the ones I turned in a while back, have been accepted and, in fact, are being slathered with editor love. Yay!!!
So next comes the copy edit, which may be a chore for the assigned editor, as I've been told I have a bit of a comma problem (by my writing group). I've done what I can. I bought Eats, Shoots & Leaves. I even read the f**ker. Nothing seems to help. They, seem to go, in willy, nilly. Squigly pieces, of shit.
On that note, here's some commas that know their positions:
Aren't they sweet?
I'm also aware of several copies of Happy Hour being perused by famous author types. You're asking, does that make you nervous, Mark? Yes. Does that trigger your anxiety-induced bowel gravy to flow forth in wave after wave? Surprisingly, not so much. I don't know why. Maybe it's my newfound love of cheese. Who can say?
Anyway, things are moving right along, just not from the traditional anal route. So, happiness abounds.