DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE *DONE* 541 page. God, that’s 64 pages and six chapters longer than the last draft. 125,941 words. I think I cut about half the book, and I rewrote very nearly everything that wasn’t cut. To celebrate, I have eaten the amazingly good savory crusted cod with red sauce dinner that Ted made, and eaten some ice cream, and watched four episodes of Alias, and… …and oh, look, my other editor sent me a revision letter for THE QUEEN’S BASTARD today, just like she said…
pay attention to MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
im on ur desk demandin’ ur attention (i will give a book of their choice to whoever comes up with the best LOLcat macro for this picture.)
NEH, cat
512 pages. 119K. Two chapters left. Unless there’s one. @.@ This is _so_ much the NEH. I think I’ll finish today, though. We’re going to go have lunch with Sammy and Myles and then I think probably I’ll just come home and work until it’s done. When I am done, I will watch Alias. Possibly several episodes, even if Ted thinks we should pace ourselves since it’s the last season and all we’ve got left. :) When I’m done, I’ve got to revise the revisions. Hopefully that will be a…
fiiiiiiiiive huuuuuundred paaaaaaaages
500 pages. 116,400 words. Two chapters left. Unless there’s three. There could always be three. But God, I hope not. :)
-breaks down laughing-
threatens to write Walker Papers fan fiction starring Petite, Morrison’s Avalon, and Gary’s cab. :) Silkie says, “Iit’s hard not to imagine the cab snorting, “She’s waaaaaay out of your league, buddy,” to the Avalon.” Silkie | Avalon huffed irritably. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just going to give her a ticket.” Cab snickered. “Sure. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her rear bumper for quite a while now.” Silkie | Petite slipped alongside the other two cars. “What are you two talking about?” “Ol’ Avvie over…