Actually, maybe that's three types of work. There's the kind where I'm awash in a sea of words, images, characters, and story, when I'm raw-writing a new book. And to a lesser extent, when I'm doing the second draft of a book, too, since my second draft is almost always a virtual rewrite of the rough. That's my favorite kind. Yes, if you read my 'Myspace' blog, you may remember how much I griped, bitched, and moaned about it when I was doing it (especially around the second month) but really, I enjoy that. I must... there is absolutely no reason I would submit myself to that if I didn't enjoy it.

The second type is editing, like what I'm doing with turning out my fourth draft of Ward B, and like what I'll be doing with the new book here in a week or so. That part I don't like so much, but it's necessary. I don't think there's a book out there that looks anything like it did on the first draft... if there is, I'm not so sure I want to read it. I'm probably a better editor than a writer... after all, I've done more of it... but it still sometimes strikes me as mindless busywork. Still... has to be done, and I've been making progress.

And of course, there's the third kind of work, and that, unfortunately, is the only kind that I get paid for. But there's always hope.

Going to smooth my query letter tonight and send it out to a few agents tomorrow. Hopefully, I've coated the pages with enough drugs so that their minds are altered enough to want to look at my MS.