|This is not a photo of my husband and me but aren't they a cute couple?|
Let me explain...
I fly by the seat of my pants.
He makes a reservation well in advance of any pants flying.
I change my mind on a whim.
He weighs the pros and cons of deciding to do something other than what was planned. If he decides it makes sense to do something else, he makes sure we have the proper reservations to do so.
I make messes.
He doesn't...but, on occasion, he cleans up mine.
I am outwardly disorganized, however, I can find anything I need at any time.
He is very, very, very, very organized.
I usually use word-of-mouth or online reviews to choose to purchase something...this process takes at most, 10 minutes.
He researches and comes to conclusions then re-researches to confirm his conclusions and then second guesses and starts over before making a purchase - often concurring with the same decision I came to hours or days earlier.
I am easily distracted.
That makes him crazy.
Where was I?
How am I channelling my husband, you ask?
I finished my novel and have made the revisions and now I am beginning the query process.
It is imperative that all of my i's are dotted and my t's are crossed. (literally and figuratively)
One mistake and... they don't have time for that!
There are thousands of meticulous writers with fabulous manuscripts that won't skimp on the details.
So I am turning over a new leaf...
It's strange and wonderful all at once.
My attention to detail is heightened.
The research I've been doing is so detailed and extensive.
I'm writing different synopses for different agents... (the worst part)
And I'm doing the things I must to ensure my success...even if it means I have to be, what's that word?
Oh yes, meticulous. Detailed. (anal)
But I'm still me...
My laundry hasn't been folded...
"Honey, I just put on my last pair of socks!"
I need to get on that...