They say the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over and expect different results.
Given the complete and total insanity I've been occasionally overwhelmed with this year - The Patio That Wouldn't Die (still not dead), the Call from the Agent, the New Project That Wouldn't Die (sun room windows from the 1920s - way over my head here!), Massive Revisions on one book while finishing up another, coworkers on vacation (which requires me to work - GASP! - a full work day, five days a week!), incredibly bad sleep, and oh, what the hell, let's scour the house from top to bottom for stuff we can sell at a last minute garage sale - I clearly see a bold new definition of insanity.
Doing a bunch of different things and expecting the same results. Because to think that in the midst of one of the busiest times in my life, I'm going to keep doing what I normally do is absolutely, totally, and hysterically insane.
I mean, in a few weeks, the contractors are going to rip out a wall in my office. I won't even have a place to write for a while.
Luckily, revisions - Massive Revisions - take a different kind of brain cell than the one that comes up with new characters and things for them to do.
Massive Revisions - like when the agent says something along the lines of "So, can you finesse everything that happens after the bad guy dies into one chapter? Or maybe an epilogue?" It's only four chapters. You know what I said? I said, "I think I can make it two short chapters." And she said go with that.
This is different, no doubt. But it's going to work. Insanity. It's the new black!