Summer is the worst. Growing up near San Francisco, I've enjoyed rainy falls and winters, cool springs, and mild summers. But southern California (and the bajillions of people living down here) has different ideas. You know it's bad when I'm sitting here thinking, My gosh, it's only 85 at nine in the morning? It's going to be a good day! My poor cat and I have been sprawling across any cool surface this week, the air conditioner going full blast, sheets pulled from the freezer. My apartment is a mess because it's been too hot and sticky to do anything.
...Except editing!
Ha! You thought that whole paragraph was one big lead up to how I haven't been editing, didn't you? Well, sucker, let me tell you what. I have about forty pages left and I'm rolling along. Since it's been far too hot to do anything else, I've plopped down on the carpet in front of the air conditioner and edited for hours. It's been kind of a lovely process. I've added about 10,000 more words and probably taken out just as many. It's funny reading through stuff that I wrote so many months ago and didn't remember while writing the second half. So now I have notecards scattered on notecards with things I have to add or remember or subtract. I also inadvertently answered questions that I posed in the second half of the story. So, yay!
Overall, it's slowly coming together. I should be done in plenty of time before the end of May, so that's a wonderful thing. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to put it up right away. Sorry! I have a little plan that I want to stick to. Another story that's been sitting in the wings for almost two years has been pushing its way to the front of my brain, so I'm going to take June to map it out and get it started. During that month, I'm going to get a paper version of Amory so I can go through it again. Going over it on the computer is all fine and dandy, but there's something about it being on paper that helps me. I catch little mistakes much better and I'm able to flip through it so much easier.
Oy, I just realized that I still have to come up with a cover and a title and format this thing and...and...and...
The list seems neverending. See, this is why I need to be a wizard. I'm pretty sure Gilderoy Lockhart never had this problem. He just posed for a picture and then other people took care of all that boring stuff. Oh, I guess I don't have to be a wizard. Just a really rich author.
Do rich authors write blogs while crying over the season finale of The Vampire Diaries? Oh, they do? Great, I'm halfway there.
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