*carves sixth hashmark on the wall*
I am so happy to report, the manuscript of Three Nights with a Scoundrel is all turned in to my editor. There will be revisions and edits and page proofs to come, but I can say now that I have authored six books. Hooray! I am so thankful to the wonderful friends and critique partners who helped me through this last stretch, and through the whole trilogy. You know you are. 🙂 I could not have done it without your support. Mwah.
Yesterday was a big release day–so many great books hit the shelves! But a special shout out to my pal Erica Ridley on her debut, Too Wicked to Kiss! I can’t wait to find it on the bookstore shelves and buy it for my very own. By the way, I’m giving away copies of Too Wicked to Kiss and Sara Lindsey’s Promise Me Always in my current contest.
This weekend, the dareling daughter and I are headed cross-country for a family wedding. She’s going to be the flower girl! Awwww. Her dress is so precious, and she is so excited. I’m so glad she’s getting the chance to do this before she grows too old. I never was a flower girl, myself.
So, any advice for mother or daughter from those who’ve done this before?
Congrats, Tessa! That must feel great. I love your first three books, and I’m looking forward to your next three this year! (And three more in 2011? 🙂 )
As for your daughter — aw, how fun for her. I was the sis without curly hair, so I never got to be the flower girl myself. But I can tell you from seeing others, she’ll probably make it through the wedding better if she can see you as soon as she steps into the church. Excitement = tears, sometimes! But seeing mom smiling at her will keep her from feeling overwhelmed. Have a great time, both of you!
Advice for the dareling flower girl: be prepared to stand for a very long time. My cousin and I were flower girls at her mom’s wedding as children and half way through the ceremony, my cuz decided to sit down in front of the whole congregation. Luckily she had me (the stalwart, there’s-no-crying-in-baseball soldier) right by her side, to mercilessly yank her back into standing position, then periodically squeeze her arm every time she started sagging thereafter. (Oh, I was a ruthless child). 😳
Thank you both for the advice! Luckily, the wedding was very short, and my daughter got to be in the role she knows best – bossing around a younger boy (in this case, the ring-bearer). So she actually did quite well during the ceremony! Despite throwing a few pouts before and after.
Oh, and the limo ride was especially fun.