I’ve assessed the manuscript, and this isn’t good. I’m going to have to yank about a hundred pages, and what this is going to do to my page count and word count I don’t even want to think about. If I fall off the face of the planet entirely for a while, please forgive me. I’m neck-deep in alligators already, and someone just rang the dinner bell.
Going to Lose About a Hundred Pages
I’m ashamed of myself. Here you are, drowning in alligators, just about to rip out 100 hard-earned pages, and I start panicking when I have to erase a couple paragraphs.
Good luck with everything. I hope you won’t need it, but, you know, just in case.
Keep putting one foot…er, word … in front of another, and soon those alligators will be left far, far behind.
You’re in our thoughts.
OUCH!
But, if all goes well, maybe your word count will fly, now that you have the problem fixed. (Says the glass is half full person.)
Good luck and hang in there.
I placed a call to the alligator shoe people. They’re on their way over and will gladly take those gators off your neck, er hands.