Just finished and sent off the proofs letter for Worldweavers #2. Whew, that's off my desk. It was quite a job. The good news is that by this stage of the game most books are hated by their creators with a high and bitter passion - this is about the point where you throw your hands up in despair, after looking at the whole entire thing through a looking glass word by word YET AGAIN FOR THE THIRD OR FOURTH TIME, and wail in despair as to how anyone at all would ever EVER want to read this stuff! - and at this dangerous stage of the game I find myself liking this story all over again. Sure, it's like looking at the back end of a tapestry - and it's all tangled threads, and weird crossovers, and all that - but what most people forget to do at this point is turn the tapestry over and look at the business side, and the picture that's on the front looks AWFULLY good after you've just looked at that mess behind and thrown a fit at the state of it. What a writer needs to remember is that all that back-side stuff is necessary, scaffolding and backing and a solid foundation - but that *nobody else (other than your editor) ever sees it once the book hits the shelves*. And if the original vision still looks good when viewed from the proper angle, that's a welcome wind beneath one's wings.
So, roll on, Book 2. Out of my hands and into the production department's.
Tomorrow I have a few errands to run and it won't be a writing day - but Wednesday, it's back to Book 3. And this time it's nose to the grindstone and full steam ahead with this thing. It needs to be DONE by the second half of August, and that's a firm deadline.
In other news, just a gentle reminder to anybody on my flist or anyone anybody on my flist might happen to know who lives withing reasonable distance of Lynnwood Borders, in Seattle - yours truly will be appearing in a Summer Reading program at the store on June 16 at 2:30 PM and if anyone wishes to pop in and wave I will be most happy to see you.
Okay. Now for the reason behind the title of this post. It's time to pay bills, unload the drier, take the garbage out. All those little things that make up, you know, actual living. Playing with an idea for a longish philosophical blog post, but that's another can of worms altogether. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.
