So I’ve been writing on another book instead of editing the first one.

Is this some sort of weird, twisted form of procrastination, or is it just me taking a well-earned break? I seriously need to finish editing Isabelle’s chapters 1-3, but I’ve had recent breakthroughs for my boy, Jamie, that I’ve needed to get down on paper.

The rush is that I promised my Bible study group I’d make them my grandmother’s chicken and dumplings when I finished the Isabelle book. And “finished” is an amorphous term that means different things to different people. For me, it means revising the imperfect ending. For most people, I’m finished when I put “The End” down, no matter what comes before it.

I’m just kind of blocked on the Isabelle ending right now, and I’m making dumplings next week for the Tannerettes, the mother and aunt of my husband’s best friend (who are driving in for the guy’s graduation), which will make me not want to make dumplings again too soon.

Anyway, sometimes writing takes forever, and you really shouldn’t rush if rushing means the quality suffers. I know this.

I’m just so ready to start querying. Seriously. *sigh*