After getting very little done last week, I flew through revisions yesterday and am currently 10 pages from the end. :) I was honestly wondering if I'd make my goal, especially since my conversation with my manuscript today went something like this:
Me: I hate you.
MS: What else is new?
Me: I mean it. I hate your guts.
MS: Yaaawn.
Me: Don't you care? Isn't there one single teeny-tiny microscopic part of your pathetic existence that gives a royal dogturd that I hate your guts?
MS: Dogturd? Really? That's the best you can do?
Me: No. I can do much better than that, as you well know.
MS: Bull. You're the one who can't write the word "penis" without having a mental breakdown and then posting your angst all over Facebook.
Me: ...
MS: You love me and you know it.
Me: I love Killernazidoll, not you. I can't wait to be done with you and get back to Killernazidoll. Killernazidoll is fun! Exciting!
MS: "Killernazidoll"...*snort*! You are such a loser.
Me: Well, that's not the actual title...
MS: I would hope not.
Me: Hey, I am in control here. Remember, I can destroy you with a single click of a button.
MS: I dare you.
Me: ...I can't.
MS: Because you love me, right?
Me: Because I've invested three years of my life in you. And I have one week left to shape you up.
MS: Then what?
Me: Killernazidoll! Woo-hoo!
MS: Loser.
Me: Dogturd.
Hubby: Did you call me, hon?
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