After two weeks revising revisions of revisions, I bit the bullet* and sent my manuscript to the very nice editor who requested. I feel bereft, like a mom on the day her kid leaves for college. At least my manuscript won’t come home with a duffel bag full of dirty laundry or ask me to send money**.
*I’ve never bitten a bullet. I feel certain it wouldn’t be good for my teeth.
**Actually, I was planning to ask it to send me money.
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If the characters show their dirty laundry maybe everything will come out in the wash with not a dry eye at the end of the playful romps, they, folding and putting away their clichés for the decadent night.