And I'm Spent

Whoof. I just finished the fifth edit of Blink. Do you know what that means??? D'ya? Huh?

First, it means I'm way too hyper to be in contact with other human beings, and my husband thinks I'm cute because I'm dancing around the house humming the tune to Rocky.

Second, it means I'm looking for a few good men. (Or women as the case may very well be.) If you've read my blog, you know who I am and you still like me, AND if you want to be a beta reader (not necessarily a critique partner - my CP's copy is waiting for her in her inbox even as I type), then please leave a comment to this post, or e-mail me. I'm willing to beta read something of yours in return, provided you think your book isn't something I'd throw against a wall. (Which, if you know me at all and like what I have to say here, I probably won't want to throw your book.) Oh, and also provided you aren't in too much of a hurry. Most likely, I'll have plenty of time, but with the whole moving thing, I don't want to make promises I can't keep.

Now for the blurb:

Mary Jones wants nothing more than to do her job, live her life and, if possible, fade into the background. In a future ruled by castes and carefully maintained ignorance, her life as a low-caste should be easy, but when she gets fired for doing her job too well, being reassigned becomes the least of her worries. Wrapped up in the hopes of a strange group called the Order, she winds up on a mission through the wastelands to get help from people who may or may not exist. On the run from the Union, with just the Captain of their special guard for protection, she can only hope that if she makes it home, the people of her city will want her help. Because after all Mary’s been through, they’re going to be free whether they want to or not.

(Again, still working on the blurb, so don't kill me about it. I think right now, it's sufficient for this purpose.)

If this sounds like something you'd enjoy, I invite you to let me know.

(And I am now about to run my hyper self around in tiny circles so that I can eventually go to bed. If I keep up at this pace, I'll be up all night. Ack.)

ETA: In case you don't automatically read the comments section, I won a chapter critique over at Manuscript Mavens. Blink's first chapter was just sent off for flaying. =o)