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Book Three Update

So it’s time for a book update. I have seven chapters left to edit in book three of the Screwing Up Time series. (Seven out of forty-two.) So I’m getting close. Then the book goes to editors. This book has been a real journey. I wrote the first draft faster than anything I previously wrote. I was jazzed and thinking how quickly I’d get it out to my readers. And then, I hit the speed bumps.

Family health issues and lots of them. I think we should get easy hospital check-in. And it’s definitely a bad thing when someone as faceblind as I am begins to recognize surgeons.

Huge laptop problems. My computer spent almost two months traveling back and forth and back and forth for repairs.

My youngest child applied for college. If you have not filled out college applications in a while, let me tell you how heinous it has become. It’s all online, which should be easier, right? But one application we filled out was actually timed. In the right upper corner of the screen was a countdown timer and if the form wasn’t filled out in time, you lost all the data you input. How insane is that? Thankfully, a friend let me know about this feature ahead of time, so my son had his essays written earlier and we shift/copied them into place.

Are there any more speed bumps coming? Yeah. But that’s why I’m getting those last seven chapters edited this week and then the book is ready for my editors. So when I post next Wednesday, I should be announcing that the book is with editors. (If not, I'm sure I'll have a post on what the latest speed bump is.)

Editing as Escape

Today I was wondering how on earth I was going to edit. So many difficult things are going on in my real life that all I want to do is pull the cover over my head. But, honestly, I hate wearing pajamas all day. And there’s a huge amount of laundry to be done. Not to mention I have two kids who need me to edit their papers. So I got up, had my coffee, and started laundry.

And I still didn’t want to edit. And then, editing sang her siren song. She reminded me that I could immerse myself in another world. That I could spend a couple of hours thinking about a knife fight, a room being stormed by ancient soldiers, and Molotov cocktails.

Now I’m in a hurry to get to editing. There’s nothing like hurling Molotov cocktails first thing in the morning to get the blood churning. 

N.B. If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know that I normally post on Tuesdays. Between this blog and my other blog, A Merry Heart, I’m blogging four days a week and that’s a bit more than I can do right now. So I’m planning to post on here on Wednesdays (instead of Tuesdays), and I’ll be posting at A Merry Heart on Mondays and Fridays.