Okay, I’m lying. This post has nothing to do with goats. I apologize for misleading you. They say that you should think long and hard about blog titles because you want the title line to catch people’s attention and after much deliberation I landed on goats as a topic no one would ignore. But this is not about goats.
Here’s what I really wanted to say: I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I’m bound to be ridiculously boring and uninteresting for the foreseeable future, be it via Twitter or Facebook or email or blogging. I have this novel thing to finish and, much as it always has, it is kicking my ass. I long for the day when I can step away from this book and say, “HA! I conquered you! Bitch.” But in the meantime, I’m afraid we’re stuck wrestling each other in a ring full of Turkish oil.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to try to be boring and uninteresting, just that it’s possible that I will be. But I invite you all to poke and prod me when I am.
If you’re here for my recaps – hi! – and to answer your question: Yes. I will be doing more. For my next one: What show do you want? Lost Girl? More Rizzoli & Isles? Other? What episodes? I like to please virtual strangers, so just tell me what you want. You know, take my hand and lead me to your recap pleasure points. Or … something not so creepy sounding.
If you’re here for my writing – hi! – and to answer your question: I have no idea when TBSOL will be published. All I know is that the first seven chapters have been more or less re-written and I’ve spent the past week trying to inject some soul back into the pages because I was told that I had sucked the soul right out them. And that sounded really cool for half a second as I pondered the implications of being a writerly super villain. Nomnomnom book souls. Burp. Then I realized this was not actually a good thing. So I went into CPR mode. Slipped it some tongue. You know. It’s what authors do.
The point is I had K read over these previously soul-less but now newly molested chapters and she loved them. This made me feel like a rock star for about five minutes until I returned to my office and just felt overwhelmed and doubtful and panicky all over again. But progress.
I’ve removed nearly 20,000 words from the first seven chapters alone and that tends to send people into freak-out mode when mention it. But K said, “I have no idea what you took out,” and that definitely made me feel better. Especially since the whole thing reads entirely differently.
TBSOL Sneak Peek Alert
For those of you who enjoy spoilers, I’ll do another sneak peek. As always, it’s a work in progress. But enjoy. CHAPTER 1 —> Here.