I just heard from my editor and he actually likes my new story! In fact, he liked it so much he wants me to write nothing but sad stories from now on. I have to keep telling him I can’t do that because I am basically a happy person. I only have so much angst I can draw upon, and I think I used most of it up writing the last story.
But then again, you never know. I might get lucky and have tragedy strike me before the next book is due.
(No, I’m just kidding about that, Mr. Guardian Angel, Sir. Please don’t leave your post. Knock on wood and all of that.)
Anyway, I’m breathing a big sigh of relief. Now I can be happy–at least until I get the bow-tied-one’s revision notes. Despite what he says, I know from experience they will not be light. But hopefully they’ll at least be possible.