Yes, that's right. It's hard to believe but this is the Larks' 1ooth post. Isn't it incredible how time flies when you're having fun?
I feel like I should write something wildly interesting, terrifically witty and jaw-droppingly revealing for this milestone post. Something exotic, over-the-top, newsbreaking.
Alas, I have nothing. Nada. Niente. Zip. Zero. Zilch. My mind, as they say, is a blank. Mea culpa.
For the past few days I've been chin deep in edits. Sort of on a time crush with this one so they have consumed almost every waking moment. It's all I can think about... Characters (did I change that one's last name in Chapter 14 to match the earlier chapters? And I must remember to change it all the way through to the end...now, don't forget). Capitalization. Punctuation. Grammar. (Good God, grammar! Have I left anything dangling that shouldn't dangle? At least not publicly dangle? And if I have, will my husband be embarrassed by it? Oh, the whole dangle issue drives me nuts!)
Don't get me wrong, I love edits. Really, I do. I love to see the little red marks and comment balloons. I love the feeling of having my story honed and polished. But the part I like best about edits? The same bit I like most about writing a book, seeing "The End."
Probably the same way you feel about this post, huh? :)
Have a great weekend! And thank you for joining us for this 100th Lark Post!