Yes, despite the fact that I still feel like crud, with all the coughing and sneezing and sore throaty-ness, I have finished my rewrite!
I went over it, tore it apart, put it back together, printed it out, went over it with a red pen, and incorporated those changes.
That's the trouble with editing. I could probably read over and over this manuscript until I went insane and started tying scraps of yarn in my hair and calling myself Queen Pooh-lah, but I could always find SOMETHING to change. I think at a certain point you have to step back and say, this is good. This will work. Any more changes and I might as well write a new book.
Also, I want to get feedback from my sister, who is supposedly reading the manuscript. . . Hint, hint.
And then we'll see what Melanie the Editor thinks. So this is by no means the last time I will go over this manuscript. It's just the last time this round.
And the winner is . . . ME!
(For not going nuts and calling myself Queen Pooh-lah.)
Now I can lie here coughing and read John Marsden's Tomorrow When the War Began series in peace. I'm halfway through book two: The Dead of Night. Love these books.
Also, it might be a good time to finish knitting the baby blanket I'm making for my cousin Chandrea's baby, since he's already a month old (or more). I ran out of yarn, and haven't been able to drag myself to the store for more this week. Ugh. Sorry, baby!