We are off to Fabulous and Brunette where I provide five example/excerpts as to why you should buy and read my books! I even manage to slip in a Battle Angel Alita reference! I’m so timely!
Nope. Not me. Right around 2130 of Halloween, I send the third-pass edit of Foes & Rivals to my talented copyeditor, at the same time taking a vow I’d write nothing, original, in November.
I now turn to implementing her edits to Friend and Ally while she processes its sequel. I don’t think I’ll have F&A ready for the Local Authors Fair on 17 November… maybe “limited edition” proof copies? Like Niven’s first edition of Ringworld, where the Earth rotated in the wrong direxion.
Besides DayJob, Husband/FatherJob, and WriterJob of 173k words in 7 months, I am so, so tired.
I’ll make a first-pass edit of all this, this week, push it onto my talented copyeditor. In the mean time, I’ll finally get about implementing her changes for Friend and Ally and release that into the wild.
Done story is done. Here’s the first of the last of the raw manuscript.
Without five to six figures up front, I’m never doing a writing trial such as this again. It will kill me. This is a near-run thing, as it is.
Between the cheap wine, caffeine tabs, and lisinopril, I’m keeping at it every night this week. As I was finishing this up, I was, thank God, allowed to see that a brigade of the Nation is already closing on the flimsy position the City has north of the bridge. This will allow me to avoid any prolonged battle and instead precipitate the domino-like collapse of first Portland’s armed defense followed by its civil collapse.
In the mean time, let’s wrap things up with the Mayor.
Everyone that looks at Nichole, “…a seeming poster girl for Irish Tourism!…” is often taken aback by the fact that, one, of course, she’s a three year old machine, and two, was coded and raised in Japan. Orientals and Asians are not self-loathing as Whites have been taught to be over the past 4-5 generations. Some things obvious to her are total heresy to those about her.
Dialog! At last! Lots and lots of dialog! And while everyone is talking, I set forces in motion that cannot be slowed or stopped. We’ve Teresa firmly in the picture, a glimpse of Mackenzie; I just need Nichole’s love, Gil, back in. Once I’ve everyone in hand, it’s ‘that famous final scene.’