I was sitting daydreaming today. I imagined a scene--like those old movies where people run towards one another. There is a vague person running towards me. I don't know if they are male or female, and could not care less. All I know is, they are my long-lost editor, running to my rescue. We become best pals, sipping a Starbucks Mocha Latte as he/she edits all my work for me, saving me from myself.
Today I did final rewrites and line editing. I finished two chapters. I am REALLY hoping I can knock out two a day and hopefully be finished by next Wednesday. Man, that would be awesome. I am already anxious to write the next, and find an agent.