mmegaera | [deep breath]

Okay. Here we go. I have a short synopsis -- written and sent to M. the beta reader in half an hour on Saturday night while slightly plowed on margaritas, but vetted by her as being much better than I thought it could be in the more sober light of Sunday morning [g]. Anyway, it was a lot less painful trying to condense a 725-page novel into two pages than it probably would have been sober.

I promise not to make a Hemingwayesque habit of this...

I bought a new ink cartridge on my lunch today.

And now I have absolutely NOTHING standing between me and actual submission. Of the novel, that is.

Except abject terror.

Anyone want to buck me up? Pretty please? With sugar and a cherry?