Novel Stats:
| Words Today | 0 |
| Words Total | 79,527 |
Short Story Stats:
| Written | 2 |
| Submitted | 2 |
| In Circulation | 1 |
| Rejected | 0 |
| Sold | 1 |
Thursday,
April 12, 2007
Off!
The line edit is done and off to Selina -- galleys are in the relatively near future, according to Lynn, and I cannot WAIT to see the cover art.
In the meantime, since I've been experiencing these rather weird and debilitating abdominal cramps all week, I haven't done much work on the novel -- instead, I've been poking at the short stories that are due at various places real soon now. "The Royal Bloodhounds" is roughed out and now it's time to start hanging flesh on it. And then there's the Other Story...
Gentle Reader, I married him
Yes, the Bodacious Brit
is good for so, so many things. Backrubs when I'm feeling achy, cuddles
when I'm feeling down, and not one but two DVRs that record all my favorite
TV shows.
And then there are times like last night, when I told him about the story I need to finish for a specific antho theme -- I have some vague ideas, but nothing solid. He thought for a couple of minutes, then said two words.
Two words, my friends. And all of a sudden the entire bloody story bloomed in my head, right then and there, down to the name of the little girl protagonist. I LOVE it when he does that.
Oooerg
And then there was today, which has been One Of Those Days(TM). Tired of the engine light merrily flicking on and off, I headed into Toyota of Plano and dropped it for inspection. A pleasant older gent with an unfortunate liking for the current Administration drove me to my office, whereupon the sky fell down and I spent pretty much a solid 7.5 hours running my ass off getting stuff printed, bound and gussied up for a customer presentation, then running over to Toyota and getting my car back.
Mind you, I got all the printing stuff done, by God, and it looked faboo so I'm happy about that. And my engine light isn't blinking at me anymore, AND I was able to pay for the repairs in cash (keeping things off the credit card is my new hobby). But man, I staggered out of the office building feeling like someone had worked me over with a shilleighlie.