Today Seren asked me if I was going to be entering the gates of Edit Hell again anytime soon, ’cause of the potential two-book nature of the deal S.A.M. is lookin’ at. And I said sighingly, “Yep.” And then I read Maureen Johnson’s blog and I had a good, long, hard snorting laugh. Now all the lost dishes (I am honestly missing two glasses in a set of eight. I know I am eating/drinking all over the house – but this is a tiny house and I have very few things. Where the heck are they!?!?!?), loads of laundry that sour before I put them in the dryer, and bills set down in one room and lost for a week and the keys in the bathroom makes perfect, perfect sense. Edit Head. The place your brain goes to escape Edit Hell. Which is what happens to you when you dream new endings for your book, walk, breathe and eat your manuscript, and find yourself on the floor, in a pool of moonlight, scribbling re-edits at 2:13 a.m.