I have to do things. I have to approve the new cover for OFS – it is gorgeous, by the way, – but that requires running it by everyone at the agency and showing it to other people, because I usually get art from Doris and default right into “It’s so pretty!” Unfortunately, there is branding and continuity to consider, etc.
I have to fix the website. We lost internet right in the middle of me editing it, and the front page is kinda blank. And been blank for a week.
I have to finish editing Magic Binds.
I have to put together two packages for the winners of random prize for DABWAHA, which must be mailed tomorrow.
I have to put up my laundry.
I have to clean my desk. Oh, I so have to clean my desk.
All I really want to do is hide away and write. Funny how that turns out.
We finally have internet! Five days. FIVE DAYS! Okay, I’ll hush about first world problems now. Anyway, unfortunately we also have contracts to review and line edits on Kate’s finale that just landed yesterday and are due beginning of next week.
Just to give you an idea of our deadlines this year:
- Magic Binds manuscript, written in 4 months, due March 15th.
- Massive structural edit, arrived March 21, due April 15th.
- Line edits of the structural edit, arrived in two parts, first one on April 18th, due Monday.
We have done the structural edit and we are mostly through the line edit, but because it’s due Monday, we have to knuckle down and get through it. So innkeeper will be delayed, and you will get two installments next week. As a consolation prize, we are posting Chapter 1 for you. The first part of it will seem familiar because we had posted it previously before the edit. It was revised, and is unlikely to significantly change from this point on. It is over 5,000 words long, so please click read more link below to keep reading.
The skull glared at me out of empty eye sockets. Odd runes marked its forehead, carved into the yellowed bone and filled with black ink. Its thick bottom jaw supported a row of conical fangs, long and sharp like the teeth of a crocodile. The skull sat on top of an old STOP sign. Someone had painted the surface of the hexagon white and written KEEP OUT across it in large jagged letters. A reddish-brown splatter stained the bottom edge, looking suspiciously like dry blood. I leaned closer. Yep, blood. Some hair, too. Human hair.
Curran frowned at the sign. “Do you think he’s trying to tell us something?”
“I don’t know. He’s being so subtle about it.”
I looked past the sign. About a hundred yards back, a large two story house waited. It was clearly built post-Shift, out of solid timber and brown stone laid by hand to ensure it would survive the magic waves. But instead of the usual simple square or rectangular box of most post-Shift buildings, this house had all the pre-Shift bells and whistles of a modern prairie home: rows of big windows, sweeping horizontal lines, and a spacious layout. Except prairie style homes usually had long flat roofs and little ornamentation, while this place sported pitched roofs with elaborate carved gables, beautiful barge boards, and ornate wooden windows.
“It’s like someone took a Russian log cabin and a pre-Shift contemporary house, stuck them into a blender, and dumped it over there.”
Curran frowned. “It’s his… what do you call it? Terem.”
“A terem is where Russian princesses lived.”
The same storm system that flooded Houston flooded our yard and delivered an awesome lightning strike to our house. Our modem is fried and since our former internet provider apparently can’t be bothered to fix it, we had to switch. So I am typing this on my phone and we are generally MIA. I don’t know when we will be back online. Possibly Thursday. If we are not back online by Friday, OFS will be posted at first opportunity.
I am supposed to let you know that Alphas: Origins is out as an esingle after being previously published in Angels of Darkness anthology. It is sick and twisted, and not consistent with our brand, so most people tend to either really hate it or love it, and I recommend caution when buying.
I am also supposed to be arranging beta and doing all this other stuff. Instead I am reduced to typing on my phone. Jeanine Frost told me it is universe’s gentle tap to let me know I need to work less. I did manage to download the line edits for MB, and am working on it now.
Grace Draven’S Eidolon is out which I haven’t read because I am epic fail as a friend. But I read an early draft and it was great.
So that’s it. If there is something urgent, use cell or email Susan.
The rewrite of Magic Binds has been turned to the editor last night. It clocked at a very respectful 98K and change. We have let one person read it in its entirety and she said of the final chapter, “It’s perfect. It was everything I hoped it would be. Chapter 15 was fantastic, and I’m in love with the epilogue. I’m still grinning. :D”
So at least one person liked it. Yay. Big stuff happens in this book.
In related news, we’ve done nothing but work for three weeks straight. Laundry is piled sky high, we’ve been eating take out, and the dogs haven’t been properly walked in a month, because all the two of us did was work. Work and work and work. Susan even held the emails just so we could finish. We’ve done this a few times now, and I decided that we’re not doing that ever again. If this situation occurs, we will tell them to move the book. That’s it. I am done with putting everything in my life on hold.
We’ll need to do some minor edits to the site. There were major edits too, but I don’t recall now what the heck they were.
I really want there to be a new computer game I could play. It’s completely psychological. Big project is finished, but there is no coolness I can get to reward myself. So, hey gaming industry, I want Skyrim and Mass Effect 2 to have a baby with Witcher 3 graphics. Get on it!