Very soon I’m taking the first 150 pages of the QUEEN’S BASTARD manuscript and going out of the house to do galley edits on it, because…well, because I believe if I stay at home I won’t actually do them. I’ll find a million other little things to do instead, and probably many of them will be things that need doing, but … …woog, the air pressure in here just changed. *frantically tries to clear ears*… Uh. Right. Anyway. Going to work soon, that was the point. But first, a quick…
tiny bubbles
Rather than doing anything morally superior with my day, I have spent most of it working on a web page design. I really have to go back to work tomorrow, but one day of doing something totally for myself has been very nice. I shall unveil it…later, not that most of you will care, because you read this through LJ anyway. :) I just went and looked at classmates.com for something, and found a couple notes from old classmates, one of whom said “You look great.” When I think of…
stealing that
I don’t think I’ve felt this generally pleased to face the day in months. It’s not that I don’t still have a lot to do. In fact, I have enormous overwhelming amounts to do, including but not limited to, and more or less in order: – fix any NOTES in HoF, spellcheck, and submit it – do THE QUEEN’S BASTARD proofs – buy Christmas/greeting cards so I can – send out about 1 zillion books I’ve been promising people since, like, September – finish revising THE PRETENDER’S CROWN proposal –…
HANDS OF FLAME
Done. 488 pages. 113,105 words. I may have ice cream for dinner and go to bed. :) (eta: I just counted. HANDS OF FLAME is my fifteenth completed novel & eleventh for publication. Jesus God!)
nothing else matters
Yesterday when I came home from leaving the house to write, my parents said, “A manuscript arrived for you while you were out.” Talk about words to strike fear into a girl’s heart. *Jesus*. It transpired, after a moment, that it was a manuscript I’ve agreed to read for possible cover quotage, and nothing needs to be done with it immediately, but for one panicked moment there I couldn’t figure out what the *fsk* manuscript I could be receiving–HOUSE OF CARDS, for one impossibly-last-final-this-time-we-mean-it look? THE QUEEN’S BASTARD, with some…