|It was like this, only with no lanterns/candles because|
I'm the proud peon with a window in my office. And
my ereader has a backlight.
But with the computers down, I had time to read. Ooo, ooo, what did I read?
I read The Sky Pirate's Wife from start to finish. I highlighted and noted on my e-reader. My heart was warmed and touched by my characters. Um, yeah, I think it's okay for me to say that. When I got to the end of the book, I thought about how great these characters are. Most of the stuff I highlighted and noted was human error, things like that blankety-blank Oxford comma (oh, how I hate you), and a phrase here and there.
I've added a scene or two. Bulked up (I hope) some of the weaker scenes. I formatted last night, added the copyright gibberish, a dedication page (I haven't actually dedicated SPW to anyone though, it's just there for when I decide to dedicate), and added my author bio to the back. It a word, the format is perfect.
Okay, it probably isn't perfect, but it shore is purty. Unlike my head altered to fit the Thor body. I'm kind of impressed with my own skill though. It only took me like 20 minutes to do that. And it wouldn't be the first time I've been mistaken for a man. No, seriously. I tend to think of myself as a handsome woman, but that's a whole different post.
Moving on and back to writing.
Last night I hit 61k on The Turncoat's Temptress, which means it's 76% finished. These last twenty thousand words should be a piece of cake (except because I just said that, they will be the hardest words to write EVER. It's a scientific fact that when I say piece of cake, whatever I'm doing gets really hard. I have proof). I still have a lot of work to do there, and I have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do after it's finished (nothing, ha ha ha, not a damned thing for like two weeks!).