“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
As of today I finished another round of edits and revisions on my newest book, CINDERELLA’S GLASS STILETTO. The story of a nomad teen and her suicidal half-sister who arrive at a boring school in Germany only to learn their classmates are storybook characters.
I can breathe again while I await feedback from critique partners, then do more revisions and then more feedback. In the meantime, I have tons of stuff to critique and many books to read. The Golden Lily (Bloodlines #2) came out Tuesday and I told myself I couldn’t read it till I finished. Now I have. But first some mindless entertainment. A.K.A going to watch Drop Dead Dive. ::Fist pump::
Happy Hump Day!