Ha ha. No, I wish I was joking.
Of course, even once I've done that and there's officially nothing more I can do (except writing two 1,000-word Statements of Intent - what the fuck is a Statement of Intent, anyway?), I'll still be sitting here refreshing the pages over and over again, because, well, that's what I do. And then, in December, there will be querying.
I am going to be having the in-betweens for the next six months.
And then, I am reliably informed, for the next year after that, if the six months go well.
I wouldn't mind - I DON'T mind, in fact, because if things go well it will be AWESOME - except that it makes me all... jittery. Twitchy. Stomach-plummety. Y'know? It makes me want to crawl under furniture, and it weren't for NaNo, right now I might do just that.
Which reminds me, I must remember to take the laptop to work with me. Making a second try at the write-in tomorrow evening.
And now, to sleep.