Wow, this week went by a lot faster than I expected. It was also one of those messed up weeks, where you think you're going to have all this time to do stuff, and then one thing happens, and all your previous plans are thrown out the window. Well, that happened. I ended up having to purge my entire apartment of cat hair, and that process took about two days. Sure, I had a little time to edit the manuscript, but by the time I was covered in Pledge, Windex, and some sort of vinegar mixture Pinterest assured me would get my shower sparkling clean, I don't think I was in the right frame of mind for editing. I got some stuff done, and it's only August 10th, which means a lot more to me than ever before. That means I still have 21 days until the end of August. 21 days for editing, messing up, and dealing with those problems before possibly throwing my book up on Kindle. Three whole weeks. I'm sure I'll be lamenting the death of those three weeks in less than 21 days, wondering where the time went and why I haven't done anything of use.
Besides all that boring stuff, I've dedicated some time to a small gushing post. I (literally) just put down The Cuckoo's Calling by the new and mysterious author Robert Galbraith. Wait, you mean you've already heard that it's a pseudonym of J.K. Rowling's? Yeah, duh, so has the rest of the world. Did I buy this book simply because the Queen of My Childhood (more like Teenage Years) wrote it? Yes. I will unashamedly admit that. But I also liked the premise of the book and the fact that people were saying that it was a crime novel in the purest sense. I like crime and mystery novels, but they usually end up like a Michael Bay movie: unnecessary explosions and hot chicks dressed in practically nothing when it's snowing outside. So I've been rather disappointed in this genre for the last few years. But there have been some good ones out there, don't get me wrong, and The Cuckoo's Calling was just as good, if not better. I didn't expect the ending we get, and I do forget what a fabulous job Ms. Rowling does at making you look one way while she fiddles with characters and other things behind you. It's an awesome story and you fall in love with Cormoran Strike, the one-legged detective who takes a well-paying job to stave off debtors.
Another quick gush that is basically just me fangirling is for Scott Lost's The 2nd Shift. It's a comic book and I've only read one other comic book in my life (Watchmen, because my boyfriend said that we can't watch the movie until I read the book), but what I read was interesting. The pictures are absolutely beautiful as well, because the people look real to me, and even my boyfriend looked at one of the guys and said he looked familiar. And in case you don't know who Scott Lost is, he's a former wrestler who turned into a comic book artist, and I've never forgiven him for that. About six years ago, my boyfriend and I went to a wrestling show put on by Pro Wrestling Guerilla. While we had followed them for about two years, we had never gone. We were in awe within ten minutes of the show, and we've gone pretty consistently ever since. I absolutely fell in love with Scott Lost because he's funny and amazing and kind of dorky. So, yes, I've been stalking him ever since, buying whatever has his name or logo on it, and my brain turns to dog mush whenever he's around. Like, last night, when I bought his comic from him, all I kept hearing in my head was SCOTT LOST SCOTT LOST SCOTT LOST. I'm sure he thought I was insane, but still. Go buy his comic. Now.
I'm glad that this post had pretty much nothing to do with my book and was just a rambling testament to my nerdiness. But, really, after spending the hellish hours as I have editing and reediting and re-reediting, I need a break from Microsoft Word before my laptop gets broken in two. Hopefully, by the end of next week, I'll be able to put up the cover. I'm so changeable when it comes to that. Oh, man, now I have to go soak myself in some Moriarty.
Oh yeah, watch Sherlock. Because I said so.
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