It's been a week since I sat in awe of Donald Maass, super agent, at his workshop.  I learned several things about him:  he's been an editor of romance, a writer of romance, a writer of Nancy Drew mysteries and an agent.  It probably also helps my opinion of him that he's adopting a child from Africa.  Does he sound like the perfect man for the new Millennium?

He was also every writer's dream - a witty speaker, exhibiting a creative knack for story, scene and dialogue, and lots of tools in his toolbox for fixing story, scene and dialogue.  I thought I couldn't wait to get back and edit pages after basking in his glow, but life got in the way and here it is one week later - no new edits.  It's like Annie is singing in my head, "Tomorrow.  Tomorrow.  I love ya, Tomorrow.  You're only a day away."

So, tomorrow it will be butt in chair (who wants to watch the Pro Bowl anyway?) and advice from The Donald taking shape on the manuscript.

Mel