I was hoping to really dig into this one and deliver some grade A sarcasm and topnotch witty remarks that are patented Lou material. Instead, my toddler decided to enter her quarterly scream-fest and I am too bleary eyed to think straight. So let’s get to the writing update!
(Then sleep. With my headphones blaring. In the car. Down the block.)
Writing Update!
The PROOFS are in. I’ve been hip deep in reading through Tales from Portents “one last time” this week. Why the quotes? Because I know there will be another readthrough. There is always one more readthrough.
I’d like to thank my lovely wife for joining me in this endeavor. She found two glaring issues with Resurrectionists that I have spent the last two hours repairing. If you noticed them, apologies all around! If not, then what the hell are you talking about?
The Medusa Coin self-edit is chugging along. SLOWLY. I think I’ve figured out my main issue with the narrative and the changes I’ve noted, on copious amounts of stickie notes running throughout my basement, are going to really ramp up the overall storyline.
I’m very excited to pull the book apart and really tear into some of the weaker sections. You’ll thank me for it, I promise.
One final thought on editing this go-around and yet another apology if it has bothered you as much as it does me now. Littering. The damn word is everywhere in my books. I can’t stand it now. I am editing that word out of my vocabulary for the foreseeable future. (UGH. Buy a Thesaurus jackass. Oh wait, it’s right there, littering the floor. Idiot.)
The Signs of Portents sale is going on now. 99 pennies will get you a brilliant copy of the first book in the Greystone series.
I started outlining a new project. (I KNOW. Just wait.) I was talking with my editor to line up our schedules for The Medusa Coin and we started chatting about future series. And I told her about what I’m thinking comes next.
Big mistake.
I’ve been outlining since. Character moments. Overarching themes. Specific threats. Connecting factors.
No details yet for you. But damn, is it going to be a helluva time.
Thanks for reading.
(WHAT? No reading recommendations? Sorry. Can’t hear you over the screaming toddler down the block. Next time.)
