Okay, not quite. Maybe two.
I just finished reviewing the last round of Snow Job edits from Fae, and naturally did some more revising while I was doing so. I forget from session to session just how exhausting editing is. I always feel happy when I’m done with a round of it.
Another revision, I think. Check the continuity again, make sure I spelled everyone’s name consistently throughout.
I probably look ridiculous to the casual observer while I’m editing (my darling Nexx, bless his heart, leaves me alone when I do this). There are times when I curse thoroughly, there are times when I laugh out loud. Occasionally I give the manuscript a blank stare and say, “What the hell did I mean?” And more often than I care to admit, there are times when I bang on the keyboard with incredible force and then lift my hand as if I’m conducting a symphony orchestra.
This may explain why my wrists hurt.
I don’t have a publication date yet. I have a mental target, but a few things have to happen first, and I do still have a full-time job with a crazy commute.
Thanks for sticking with me.
It was an ambitious morning. I got up at 7:30 or so, had a lovely cup of Tanzanian peaberry coffee laced with Kahlua and Faretti (Faretti tastes like biscotti. Italian cookies without all those annoying crumbs), and sat down to look at the latest revisions from the editor in Missouri.
I thought I could get the last fifteen chapters done today. Ah, no. I keep forgetting that editing, in some ways, is more challenging than writing. It’s not just a question of analyzing the edits and accepting all the changes, it’s a chance to revise, expand, describe, make connections between the sentence fragments Zo sometimes things in.
It’s exhausting. It’s a good kind of exhaustion, it’s certainly been a productive day, but it appears 5.5 hours of it (this does not include the break for pancakes) is enough to turn my brain to tapioca pudding.
So, I’m taking a break with some Red Sox baseball and came her to WordPress with a very special announcement:
All the edits for Snow Job are back. I will be announcing a publication date by the 2nd of August.
One of the nice things about indie publishing is you can go pretty quickly from final manuscript to the market. There will be another revision, then there’s formatting, and then the actual publishing. I’ll be looking for reviewers–ideally other authors, or perhaps some people with review blogs. Busy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, in other words.
I’m thinking I need a logo . . .
It has, it has. Nobody to blame but myself. Surgical recovery period is well past, my project management classes are done (the certificate is in the mail), and while I’ve been studying for the PMP, that isn’t as all-consuming as it probably ought to be.
I have been revising, thanks to the editorial assistance of one Kimberly Aden, BloodyMurder #3.
It will be called Snow Job and it takes place in January of 2004, almost a year after Post Parcel. I haven’t written the blurb yet, but I will say that this story has Zofia doubting her own powers of observation. It will also reveal some things about Michael that she didn’t expect.
Post Parcel is in the process of being reformatted for SmashWords. I apologize sincerely for this delay, I was hoping to have it ready by Christmas. The thing is, when a kind soul brought some of the formatting errors in the .mobi format to my attention, I realized I needed another set of eyes. One of the biggest problems of reviewing my own work is I know what it’s supposed to say. Because of that, I might see what it’s supposed to say.
I guess I’m doubting my own powers of observation. How’s that for a juxtaposition?