I have officially posted online the first chapter of Librarian. Thank goodness I’m at a pub to get some liquid courage; I’m not sure I’d otherwise have the strength to click “update.” Still, if I can’t stand the critique of my friends/family, I have no business being in this business, anyway!
Hurrah for MacBooks, wifi, and Pinkipolitans.
In my last post, I had warned you all that I would be busy untangling Lenna’s messy life, but actually, Librarian is off to my copy-editor to get all nice and shiny! Woohoo!
This will give me an opportunity to work on things like cover art, throwing myself into the fire of social media, etc. I may have a surprise for anyone who follows my blog in the near future, so stay tuned!
It’s so MURKY out! The warmer temperatures have melted all of the snow and now, combined with the deluge of rain that’s been falling since last night, I need to paddle my way to my car.
Just a quick update: I’ve secured a copy-editor for Librarian, which means in a month’s time I should have a much smoother copy for people to read, and (not without some nudging from my peers), I’ve thrown myself headfirst into the world of book two, Apprentice.
My Valentine’s Day will likely be spent untangling the mess of Lenna’s life. I hope everyone else gets to spend it with their loved ones!
I went to bed late last night and awoke this morning rather melancholy. Is it the winter blues? Is it missing England? Do I long for the touch of a loved one?
I’m not sure I really know, and I decided I didn’t need to. A healthy lunch (sauteed bok choy and garlic, sesame carrots, tofu, miso soup, rice), a win from England (scrum!) in the rugby, and a really hot shower fixed me up but right. Why be sad today? The sun is shining, my curls are defined, and I’m ready to write.
And, most important of all, I’m wearing pineapple socks.
Perhaps it’s just my body changing with age, or maybe blizzards don’t just have the same sparkling appeal to me as they did when I was twelve, but this winter is instilling a horrible sense of lethargy and melancholy in me. Bleh!
Thinking of springtime and a loved one, I wrote a short story this evening (really short — 1700 words!) about a bunny from the moon and a cat who find a balloon and discuss the nature of happiness. It’s a tad random, there are a few inside jokes, but feel free to giggle at it all the same.
(And, for those who are unaware, ‘fhet’ is the official sound a happy bunneh makes.)