Taking a quick break from the edits…
Isn’t this cover just yummy?

Four and a half more days of school…

And fifteen pages cut!
It wasn’t even that painful. I’m dedicating today to more discriminate chopping since I don’t have that many days left without interruptions, arguments, and whining.

I plan to enjoy my quiet alone time.

Hard-core dental work is in a league all its own…

* It’s timing the moment you must close your eyes to avoid seeing the needle slide into your mouth for those stinging shots.

* It’s being handed a tissue and a suction tube to keep the drool off your face and neck.

* It’s having little bits of things pulled out of your teeth and wiped on your ‘bib’.

* It’s seeing miniscule bits of your teeth floating in the air above you like water vapor.

* It’s keeping your reflexes at the ready just in case the anesthesia hasn’t taken effect and the drilling has already begun.

* It’s feeling like your lips are about to crack wide open just before the dental hygenist swipes a big glob of Vaseline over your lips like a four-year-old practicing with lipstick.

* It’s hearing the varied sounds of your teeth being ground away–anything from a table saw to a kitten meow.

* It’s walking out of the office pale as a ghost, hair matted strangely, lips quirked in odd and disturbing ways from the numbness.

Thank goodness they played Summer Breeze…