I've mentioned before that I am concerned about the expiration date on my novel.
See, my novel centers around the Mayan end-of-time prophecy. Which is 2012. Which is in two years.
1) Most agents are looking at novels now for publication in 2012.
2) My novel is not finished. (It's 2010!) Clock is ticking.
(Oh and 3) Most importantly, as the world will be ending in approximately two years, eight months, and eighteen days, who will be left to read my book?)
When I shared these thoughts with my husband he said I only had to change a few things in my novel, and it could be published later.
Like what?! I asked, irritation clouding the air between us like a foul odor intent on stinking up any marital communication that involved my masterpiece.
He suggested, between mouthfuls of underdone red meat, that as the world will in fact not REALLY end in 2012 (you had me fooled, Long Count Calendar), people may want to know exactly who saved them and how.
What a genius.
No more end-of-time pressure.