I officially finished it Thursday, and it came in at 27k, just 2k over what I needed. It is now with a trusted beta reader, who’ll give me the lowdown on what’s working and what’s not working, and I’ll have less than 2 weeks to do a revision plus a 5-page synopsis.
I must be crazy.
Actually, while I’m still actively trying to make that deadline, it’s not a huge thing. I mainly wanted to see if I was capable of producing something on a deadline. And I pretty much did, for the most part. It’s going to depend on what my beta reader says, because I’ve lost all objectivity. So, I gotta wait for that.
Pirouette is next up, particularly finishing the notecards and rewriting the first few scenes. Beyond that, it’s just tearing through the manuscript much how I did with Alpha Female, except on a bigger scale. I’m worried that I won’t nail it, and I simultaneously believe that I can. Which will win out? I has no clue.
The website is almost finished — at least the writing section, anyway. That needs to be done before Life as a Moving Target launches on December 1st. I have a few things planned for that so stay tuned.
Life as a Moving Target is almost ready to go on sale. I have a second proof ordered and if it’s good, then it’ll go on sale with the other Turtleduck books on Dec. 1st. It’s so exciting, seeing it in print, something I never thought would come true. I’ve gotten some wonderful support and encouragement on it so far, and that’s so important as the subject is so personal to me. All in all, I believe this is going to work out nicely.
It’s after midnight as I type this, but I still consider it Oct. 16th until I wake up in the morning. It’s a weird quirk of mine. So….today was not only Sweetest Day, but it was the 1-year anniversary of the day the family drama began, and my life, as I knew it, changed irrevocably. The person who caused it still remains out of my life, although I still think about this person and what this person did almost daily. It’s not enough to say that I’m hurt, or angry. I’m livid. Still a bit numb, even after all this time. My world hasn’t quite gotten back on track and I’m still feeling pretty dark and empty inside.
I don’t even know what to say. Except there are poems in this. They’ve been whispering in my ears for months,waiting patiently for me to put them to paper.
In other news, I’m now in a cast because my foot doc feels that immobilization of the joint might do the trick. I’ve never been in a cast before, so it’s been a real interesting — and frustrating — experience. Exhausting, too. I went downstairs to my office for the first time in 4 days and was terrified the entire trip up and down. I did it twice today, and I feel more stable. But dang, it’s tiring. Especially going up.
I hope this is it.
Also, I got hit with a doozy of a plotbunny. I’m not even going to speak of it, because evey time I even think about it, it grows. Halloween is perfect timing, but I’m standing firm on my no new projects decision for the rest of the year. It’s going to have to wait, and so will my mini-Nano. There’s always next year, right?
So that’s what’s happening here. I’m so excited about everything. I can hardly stand it. 🙂