Friday, March 07, 2014
The day after sending your manuscript to your editor is always the worst because not only does even your tea cup (well, mug) look slightly battered, but you also come up with 1.000 reasons why your book project sucks, why your editor will hate it, why she will probably drop dead while reading it, why it totally would have caused the extinction of the dinosaurs (if dinosaurs had been able to read, that is).
The best thing you can do then is to stagger into the kitchen and deal with the piles of dirty dishes (including the tea mug).
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Under Little Miss Chicken's watchful eye I made the last few edits in the manuscript and then I finally sent the whole thing to my editor. Wooohooo!
(Please keep your fingers crossed that she'll survive the experience of reading the manuscript! :-) )
This morning, the final battle was wrought (and from the pictures on the covers of those books you can tell how fierce the battle was), and eventually, Sandy emerged victorious:
By now I even think the story doesn't suck (which I find slightly worrying). All that remains to be done now is to insert the changes into the other two stories, throw everything together, and then send it to my editor. (At this point feel free to imagine me clapping my hands together like a maniac Duracell bunny.)
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
By 4 p.m. things were getting desperate.
By now, the book is still not finished, and I'm ready to just roll up and cry. Gargh! I hate deadlines!
Also, do you know that thing you do when you're attracted to somebody whom you've only just met and you look at them and then you look away and then you look at them again and then away and... Well, you know what I mean. Describing something like that? Pure hell! There are, after all, only so many ways you can say: "She looked at him." *sigh*
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
With shifting piles of books.
And my hero and heroine have finally met! Woohooo! And they're already very much smitten with each other. :-)
The gentleman with the sketchbook chuckled.
Flo glanced at him and found herself looking into a round, homely face with warm, brown eyes alight with humour. His mouth stretched into a broad, slightly lop-sided smile, so infectious and endearing she couldn't help smiling back.
"There's also a Knight of the Swan," he told her. "The Honourable Mr. Jerningham. He can fly."
Today's research involves medieval costumes. And my PhD thesis (the published version is just visible in the upper left corner of the picture). And a long article from Tait's Edinburgh Magazine.
The eagle-eyed among you might be just able to make out the three lines shown on the AlphaSmart. They're from a scene between my hero, Robbie Beaton, and his (grumpy) friend William MacNeil:
They were surrounded on all sides by people in costumes, a motely crew indeed, and the colourful procession extended along the shaded avenue leading to the castle.
"I'm already quite overcome by the chivalric atmosphere," Robbie said cheerfully, knowing full well his remark would needle Mac to no end. To heighten the effect, he closed his eyes and inhaled noisily. "Oh yes, I can feel it penetrating my whole body... It's most wonderful!" He chanced a glance at his friend.
Mac, looking up from the guide to the tournament he had purchased at the gate, stared at him for a few moments, his copper brows drawn together. "I think," he finally said, "I'm going to be sick."
Today I'm also blogging on Risky Regencies about carnival in Mainz. Helau! :-)
Monday, March 03, 2014
The pet dragon is watching the AlphaSmart magic happening at this very moment in my study.
So far, we have a beginning and an ending for this story, but the whole middle part is still missing. *sigh* Wish me luck!