It Ain’t Over ‘Til the Fat Lady Sings
How do I know when I’ve finished reviewing the proofs?
When the fat lady sings.
When the fat lady sings.
That’s me screaming when the publisher tells me it's all over, that I can't make any more changes. When they pry my hot little hands off the manuscript.
Which is all very traumatizing.
And a huge relief.
And did I say traumatizing?
And a relief?
Upon which I go and sink my face into chocolate–lots of it.
And wine–lots of it, too.
Which is all very traumatizing.
And a huge relief.
And did I say traumatizing?
And a relief?
Upon which I go and sink my face into chocolate–lots of it.
And wine–lots of it, too.
