A bottle of white wine is chilling in the fridge. Fresh sheets are drying in the laundry room. A package of 97% fat free hot dogs are thawing on the counter. And there's a brand new package of Twizzlers sitting in my pantry. All of this can only mean one thing...
Oh yeah, you didn't read that wrong, Laura and I are having a slumber party tonight. Sadly we won't have time for pillow fights or prank phone calls. But for the record, we were legendary prank callers. Laura was widely celebrated for her impressive use of "the man voice" while I preferred more intricate scams involving school mascot tryouts. Um..long story.
Anyways, as much as we'd love to braid each others hair and break out the Ouija Board, we're going to spend the evening doing lots and lots of revising and brainstorming.
Twizzler consumption will be encouraged, if not mandatory.
This is what happens when our husbands happen to go out of town at the same time. And yes, we do realize that we need to get a life. Badly.
The good news is that we've had our super secret #1 Reader (aka my bestie Tara) read the first 50 pages of the WIP and she likes it. A lot. At least I think she likes it a lot. She also pointed out some places where we can do some polishing, adding, clarifying and etc., which is precisely why she's the very first person we send our work to when we're ready for a reader. So our plan is to do some editing and then send our little sample over to Major Agent for her stamp of approval (hopefully).
Keep your fingers crossed for us! Oh and if you get any strange phone calls, just play along. It will be hilarious. Promise.