Drafting Demon Blade
The Monday Post
On this Monday, the office is in minimal working condition–no stereo yet, boxes on floor diminished but present, no pictures hung. Internet access still relies on ArroyoNet, a remarkably stable WIRELESS WIZARD WIN! as long as a certain wireless phone at the broadcast end isn’t being used.
On this Monday, Duncan Horse is one step closer to his first ride in his new place–the modest north flat now clear of machinery and introduced on a nice walk-in-hand. He has also observed his large donkey neighbors up the road with much indignant strutting of his studly stuff, to which the donkeys said, “Got it, you’re a horse, yada yada yada.”
There is still a lot of mud. Much of it is now on Duncan.
On this particular Monday, I get to start the week knowing that over the weekend, I not only unpacked things, drove out new routes to old places from this totally opposite approach to the city, beat up on non-functioning new appliances (marginal success, sigh), spread shavings and straw over the aforementioned mud, and cleared the garage of some freecycle items, but I slammed through a huge chunk of the second pass through Demon Blade (the next Nocturne novel) and wuh! Finished it!
The last couple of previous books, I worked second pass on directly on the computer…logistics made it more viable. But this one hit hardcopy early, and it went everywhere with me. To doctor’s offices, where long waits ensured work time. To the vet’s–yes, even to the doggy ER on New Year’s Eve while I was waiting for the vet to return with ConneryBeagle’s x-rays. On the road between the old house and the new, every time we drove over to check on progress, plan out the fence line, or try, once more, to figure out where the little barn would fit. If I went, the battered manuscript pages went, too.
It’s been a busy and well-traveled book, yes it has. Me, my customized clipboard, my stack of papers, and my Energel pens. Purple or green, please.
Tomorrow I start putting changes into the laptop, and then it’s time to make sure all the threads hold together and all the little rough spots are polished. And then I get to call it a BOOK!
I am almost inspired to cackle with glee.
(Ha! Maybe I even did it! You’ll never know!)
What’re you cackling about this week, out there?
ConneryBeagle Crate Countdown: THREE DAYS!!!
PS: WordPress spellchecker suggestion for “ConneryBeagle” = “anaerobically.”