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The last week or so I've been going through the manuscript proofs for Madeline City and Other Tales, making notes on things to edit and such. The cover proof looks iffy, as do many pages of the manuscript, and my general concensus is that it's not ready for publication, that it's horrible, that I must be a total waste if I really do write that bad, and so on. But then that wonderful voice of my ego perks back and reminds me that I'm badass. "Oh yeah..." I say quietly, my eyes growing wide with the realization, and I soldier on. I suppose that technically Madeline City won't be the worst book ever published; grammatically speaking, plot-wise, or in any other fashion. I suppose. Either way, I have another week or so until my changes are due, and then the publisher will go with them, redesigning the manuscript with my changes being applied, at which point it'll be back to waiting for me.

With the semester coming to an end, I should be working hard on various academic projects, polishing a few different papers for a few different classes, working on researching info for one of those papers, worrying about finals... but I'm not. As it looks now, any conviction within me to actually do my schoolwork has died just short of the semester end. More on this as it develops.