That's not it.
There's just nothing going on.
Nothing blog-worthy anyway. I've been 'planning' my revisions (cuz he asked me to 'think' them over), and it's a little more time-consuming than I thought it would be. Sure, I had it had it all worked out the first day - on paper even - but I want to go that extra mile. I want to impress him with my writerly diligence, my soldierly discipline, my generalized good-doobie-ing. So I've been making a detailed list of every scene in the book, labeling them with whatever purpose they supposedly serve - how they contribute to the greater whole. Since I'm such a big outlining nerd, each and every scene had a point before I ever wrote it, so I was having trouble finding any that were overtly 'unnecessary'. But what I am finding are lots of instances where I've accomplished the same thing multiple times over. So-and-so is a very aggressive character. But I don't need twelve scenes showing him beating on folks. Two's plenty.
Very enlightening technique. Y'all oughtter try it.
So I'm hoping that when I talk to my agent this week, I'll have 'my thoughts on revisions' detailed in writing (to a very nerdly degree of thorough-ness). And since his major concern was that I'd left too many mysteries unsolved, I'm also hoping to have a good draft of each of the four "revelatory plot development" scenes that need to be added.
So that's what I've been doing.
In other news, we had a big celebration last weekend. Maybe I'll have some pictures to post later this week. Secondly, I'd like to remind all the locals that the twin's big birthday/Halloween party is this Friday at 5 pm (happy eighth, girlie-girls). Thirdly, I'd like to very crypticly mention that it's been confirmed: the Veenie Babies officially have one less mouth to feed. If you know what I'm talking about, please don't blurt it out in the comments.
I wouldn't want law enforcement officials discovering the extent of my criminal negligence.