I'm at that point in the process where I'm obsessively checking my emails (even though Agent E always calls with good news), holding off revising the book in case we match with a great editor who can help guide the process, and don't want to start a new project until this one gets put to bed. Basically, I don't have anything to do and its making me antsy.
Okay, nothing to do is a bit of an exaggeration. I could always work on my web writing that's due on the 15th. Or I could strip and repaint all of the baseboards in the house like I've been threatening to do for years. The garden needs weeding, the lawn needs reseeding and it looks like a farm is growing up through the gravel on the driveway. But what I really want to do is polish up this YA until it is as perfect as it can get and then fling it out to the world .
But until then, maybe I'll weed the garden. Tomorrow.
On this date: In 1997, Hong Kong was returned to China.