thud.
‘k. Have gotten through WAYFINDER and written all over the manuscript. Making the edits almost certainly won’t take more than the weekend. Found one distinct problem which I think I can take care of relatively easily, and another one which…may not be exactly a problem. Not sure. I’ll let my agent and editor tell me if it needs work (and I’m suuuure they will :)). I’m at the stage where, as I said to Ted last night, “Well, either this is a reasonably decent little book or it’s utter crap. No idea which.”
He said, “Sounds like things are right on track, then,” which is absolutely true, but you’d think that after 20ish books, I’d be somewhat more confident on the “reasonably decent” side, rather than being generally pretty certain of the “utter crap” side. Every writer I know is like this. We’re all insane. :)
Ted made a Giant Pot O’Bean Soup today, which is really to say he put all the appropriate ingredients in the crock pot and went off to Dublin to watch a movie while I stayed at home to work and be slowly tortured by the increasingly wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen. Pretty good way to spend the day, really. And then because it was indeed a Giant Pot O’Soup, Mom and Dad came over for dinner and we had soup and cornbread and conversation, so overall a very nice day.
I had a bemusing dream the other night that Paul Cornell and I had fallen madly in love, rather to the dismay of both ourselves and our respective spouses. Of course, in the same dream I also had powers of flight and was fighting a vampire army, so possibly it should not be taken as portents of things to come, but I thought it was pretty amusing. :)
I don’t care if it’s Friday night. I’m pretty much going to bed now. *thud*
The Road Home: miles to Isengard: 136.6
ytd km swum: 24
(x-posted from the essential kit)