This past weekend was the most emotionally overwhelming of my entire writing life. (Which, fine, admittedly has only been a year long. But whatever.)
Nope! I'm not complaining, not at all. It was completely awesome.
See, I finished my first-pass edit of my second (!!!) novel, ONE, and sent it to my first-round CPs, biting my nails and breathing into a paper bag.
I'm not sure if it was just well-timed, or if my CPs have an extraordinary kindness of heart, but Chessie read it in less than 24 hours and Maggie did it in less than 48.
Which, on its own, would have been amazing. But, you guys: While they were reading? They LIVE FREAKING TWEETED ABOUT IT.
So Chessie let me know she was starting....
(which made me hole up with twitter for the next 12 hours. Thank goodness it only took her that long to finish it.)
and so did Maggie...
Then Maggie quoted...
Then Chessie fell in love with the second lead (*SQUEEE*)
Then Maggie hit Chapter 10, or "The Beginning of Act 2"
Then Chessie went to Sam's Club....
....came home, and sped through the rest of the book.....
Then she tweeted this.....
....and I died.
THEN she tweeted this:
....and I could not contain myself.
Maggie gushed over the ending too, making me freak out even more.....
And then Chess tweeted THIS
And you guys KNOW how much I was worried about that...
Obviously this post is reflective of the near-manic state of the first-draft-initial-CP-read-through high I'm riding on.
But it feels soooo good. (It really truly is like a drug.)
And I know it will be crushed soon enough when the crits and revisions start rolling in.
So let's all just hold hands and grin like Cheshires for awhile, shall we, friends?
Please take a moment in the comments to tell me about YOUR experience with the First Draft High. You know, so that I don't feel quite so insane.