My definition of concentration? When you type the last word on the last page of the last draft of the manuscript you have to turn in tomorrow, and finally put your feet up only to discover you're wearing mismatched shoes ... that's concentration. Nothing else comes close. The funny thing is, when I took off the suede shoe in deference to the snow outside and put on the other brown leather one, it wasn't as comfortable. Either I'd hit upon the perfect mismatch, or my feet had grown accustomed to the confusion.
But the point is, I'm good to go on the manuscript front. I turned in one novel, co-written with Deeanne Gist and now titled Beguiled, on February 1, then went back to my debut crime thriller, the working title of which is The Suicide Cop. Tomorrow, I'll turn that one in, too. It's been quite a year, and it's not over yet. Next come the editorial revisions. The books will come out in Spring and Summer of 2010. Plenty still to do before then.
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