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A Sparkly Happy Day For The Author

Not only did my advance cheque arrive this morning (YAY! — insert cartwheeling and planning of many cheques to be written and bills to be paid here), but my editor just e-mailed me to say that Pagan Pregnancy got a short write-up in the latest Publisher’s Weekly as a forthcoming title. Nothing huge, just a mention and a synopsis, but it’s there and that is a very good thing.

Meer Meer Meer

I give up; this afternoon has been a write-off, as I was afraid it would be. There are now 20,052 words in the MS. I’m tired and achy and I need to lie down for half an hour before I go get the boy. I have no idea what to do for dinner; my dinner-from-nothing mojo has been exhausted.

It’s orchestra again tonight, and I have no idea how it got to be Wednesday. The cello hasn’t even come out of its case.

And Now, We Wibble

I just sent off my test evaluation for the freelance job. I’ve been going over the review for the past hour, tweaking and wibbling and tweaking some more, and wibbling some more…

I want them to like me, to like my work, and how I handled the review. My review isn’t quite like the sample they sent me, but then, the manuscript I reviewed didn’t have the same kind of problems the sample review seemed to indicate its subject did. Maybe they’ll think I was too technical, although those were the problems the MS had. Maybe I was too nitpicky. I did ask for feedback; I hope they give it to me in lieu of just putting a big red X next to my name. Handing the evaluation in three days ahead of deadline may be a mark in my favour, though. (I didn’t want to have it lurking in my peripheral vision all weekend and then taking up another day of work on Monday, that’s all. Focus, get it done, get it out.) I’d like this job; it would fill in the cracks nicely, and I could take on work as I needed it.

I am achy and very sick, and my head feels like its stuffed with cotton soaked in rubber cement, and I officially feel wonky thanks to my sinus medication. This test has taken a lot longer than I’d scheduled for it, simply because I can’t think straight. (That and it’s the first time I’ve done one, and I’ve had to keep referring to manuals and guidelines and such, and it’s a 325 page novel. It will be much quicker next time.) As a result I haven’t done any hearthcraft writing in the past two days, so I feel panicky and behind, despite the fact that the test evaluation qualifies as paying work, and despite only needing to write 1,333 words per working day to be finished by my deadline. I am okay. Things are fine. It is the truly horrible cold talking to my inner critic and messing me up.

And on that note, I’m going to lie down on the floor to try to stop the dizziness that’s currently menacing me and my self-confidence. I feel like a wet noodle.

ETA at 4:55: Invoicing is a good thing. Except I’m so out of it that I wibbled about the format and phrasing of my regular, used-it-for-years invoice form. Someone knock me out, please.

Oh: I will hear about the job in about a month. Coincidentally, that’s when my payment for doing the test eval will arrive.

Hearthcraft Book Update

Total word count, hearthcraft book: 18,031
New words today: 1,164

Cauldron stuff today.

I was determined, determined to hit 18K. So much so that I let HRH go fetch the boy, and worked past when we were supposed to eat dinner.

Orchestra tonight! First rehearsal since early December.

Feels Like A Monday

First day of official at-my-desk work this week. It really feels like a Monday around here.

I just got the copyedited manuscript for the pagan pregnancy book. They asked me to look the edits and comments over and tell them if January 30 was an acceptable deadline for sending back the rewrites.

Pretty much every author I know hates doing rewrites and copyedits. They drag up all sorts of self-confidence and self-esteem issues, making us bang our heads on our desks a lot, declare the work to be broken and unsalvageable, and ask ourselves why we have deluded ourselves into thinking that we can write. I am no different.

I’ve been dreading this moment. I’m in the middle (okay, first third) of another completely different book that requires a very different headspace. I haven’t looked at this manuscript for fourteen months. So I steeled myself, heroically opened up the file, and started scanning through it.

That sound you hear (or don’t, in this case) is me being speechless.

There are two — yes, TWO — major things to look at. And they are minor major things, if you know what I mean, As in, maybe we should cut these paragraph. (Answer: Yes, now that I see it again after fourteen months; they don’t fit very well.) Or, I think this chapter should be moved earlier; what do you think? (Answer: Probably… but everything before it is kind of theoretical and backgroundy, and as this chapter address practical and active stuff I couldn’t think of anywhere earlier to put it at the time.) And, Don’t you think it’s kind of asking the reader to do a major gear-shift, going from a chapter about loss and miscarriage to a chapter on birth? (Maybe… but that’s the order a reader would encounter the issues, and I can’t think of where else to put that chapter… certainly not at the end of the book!) Okay, that’s three examples, but you get the idea.

There are some minor things, like figuring out what to do about the quotations (things I get mad at not seeing in other books, but here they’re asking me to take them out and use my own words, and asking why I need quotes to support things that stand on their own… blame my academic background), asking for an identification/clarification (Q: Are readers going to know who Starhawk is? A: Bwah-hah-hah-hah) and italicizing the titles in my bibliography (which I usually do and can’t figure out why I didn’t this time… or maybe I did and the formatting was stripped at some stage).

In two weeks’ time? Heck, you can have it back next week. This will take me a day to do. It’s just a question of scheduling that day into everything else I’m working on.

I should have known something terrific was going to happen when I woke up to Nixie nibbling my fingers lovingly. Woke up the second time, that is; I first woke up at quarter to five (not as cheerfully), got up and wrote a couple of pages in the hearthcraft book as well as handling some e-mail, then curled up in bed again with HRH and the boy after the boy got up at six-something. Then they left to get dressed and have breakfast, and I pulled the quilt over my head… and woke up an hour later with Nixie purring at me and giving my fingers sweet little love nibbles. Hey, I’ll take any extra sleep I can get. Especially when I don’t fall asleep till midnight, no matter what I do.

I’m glad this happened. The only other post I could think of doing was one that talked about how hard this damn fatigue/pain thing has been on my mental and emotional state lately, and frankly, I didn’t want to write it or post it. I didn’t want to do something negative like that today, even though I can sense that soon I’ll need to vent about the frustration and the fear. The other awesome thing that can happen any time now is the hearthcraft advance cheque landing in my mailbox, okay, universe? That would make me very cheery indeed.

Hearthcraft Book Update

Total word count, hearthcraft book: 16,867
New words today: 1,267

Ancestor honouring, threefold elemental systems, food and family being intertwined: just scraps of things with notes to expand in the future. Jan came over for a writing jam today, and it’s a good thing she did otherwise I would have crawled to bed instead.