Yeah, sorry. I don’t have time for a clever title, or to dig deep into all of these cool new scenes to find something fantastic for WIPpet Wednesday.
But since you stopped by… 2 lines of dialogue for the 2 in the date. No context. Just two characters in a life or death situation. No big deal.
“Pathetic as it sounds, you’re the only family I have, and those two are my only friends. I can’t let you all wander off to your deaths without at least joining in, can I?”
“At least you won’t be lonely.”
If you want to see what the WIPpeteers are up to, here’s the link. I hope I’ll get around to everyone this week… I think I managed it last time. I couldn’t comment on everyone’s, though. THANKS, BLOGGER. I did read, though!
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ROW80 UPDATE: TORN
Things are progressing well with this round of edits on Torn. I have one chapter left to completely re-write, one in which I only have to re-write the second half, and one that only needs partial re-writes.
Those climaxes, man. They get me every time.
I was hoping to get that done this week…
But this weather is killing me. I’ve got a migraine today, but am working through it (God help my characters!). The kids were home for another snow day yesterday, and their dad is away for training this week. The boys are old enough that they can play by themselves or go outside when the storms calm down, but I still can’t close myself off, stick my headphones on, and work while they’re around. I have to be listening, and available. They want me to do crazy things like play with them.
I try to remind myself that this is how I wrote the first draft of Bound, but it doesn’t help. That draft sucked. These scenes aren’t allowed to.
And then there’s Bruno, who I have decided is not, in fact, a Chihuahua, but a Mexican Bed Hound. I’m not getting much sleep with him curled up between my knees–between not being able to move and being worried that he’s going to suffocate under the blankets, I’m waking up exhausted.

But if I shut him out, he cries. And my husband gives me sad eyes.*
I need more coffee. And a plan.
In case anyone’s wondering what the months before my book release look like, here’s the goal, with dates removed–because things go awry. Snow days happen. Editors get sick, or have other clients put them off schedule, or hey, they have personal lives. Beta readers take longer than anticipated, though no fault of their own. I get sick, or get headaches, and until I’m making more money than my husband**, I’m responsible for this household: laundry, getting the kids to school, cooking, cleaning.
I need a housewife, is what I need.
But here’s the plan:
- finish rewrites
- compile notes
- final clean-up pass (will take about a week, I hope, and will involve reading aloud, making the prose read
more gooder better, adding in a few ideas I’ve had along the way, and really taking it from a solid story to a beautiful reading experience. In theory).
- Send to second-round beta readers, hope they can get it back in a week.
- write cover copy.
- Set up pre-orders.
- Figure out whether I can format the paperback through Scrivener (wasn’t an option in the PC version… we’ll see)
- cover reveal. Pre-orders. Other fun stuff!
- newsletters
- fix whatever my lovely betas say I screwed up
- send for proofreading/copy edits (2 weeks)
- Prologue reveal (not to be disregarded, thanks)
- formatting
- final version to Amazon (10 days pre-release)
- teaser photos
- relax and/or freak out and/or get back to work on book 3
- upload to other vendors
- RELEASE DAY. Party on Facebook.
And then REALLY get back to work on book three, because I’ve had some ideas for big, scary revisions.
So… yep. That’s the plan. Please cross your fingers, toes, and anything else you can spare that I can get this all done soon!
For more about ROW80, click here. For more updates from other participants… um… I’ll add the link when I find it.
Thanks for stopping by! Hope you’re all having a fantastic week (and staying warm, if applicable).
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*Not this week, but there’s still the crying.
**Okay, even then, it would still be my job, because I work from home.