After rereading my last blog post, I’ve decided to quit whining, put on my big girl pants, and make some progress.
For the rest of this week, I will not be on the internet, except for maybe a break, every now and then for Gardens of Time on facebook (I am so totally addicted to that game).
Slowly trudging through editing on various works. Waiting for people to get back in touch with me. I dislike talking on the phone. No real new work done.
I feel like I’m waiting for something, and I hate that. I really need to get Promise Kept done and off of my mind so I can move to something new. I may have to stalk someone this weekend because of Promise Kept, and this does not endear the situation to me.
Well, I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things with editing. So far, no completely new material has been written, but I’m slowly working on finishing the first round of typo edits on the sequel to Promise Kept.
As for Promise Kept, the rerelease has been stalled. I’m having trouble getting in touch with the friend that is proofreading and editing it. Part of that is my fault. I’m having phone weirdness again. I go through periods of time where the only person I will talk to on the phone is my mother, or my husband when I have to. It is sort of a left over from my telemarketer and customer service days.
On the other side, I think the last book in the Return to Man series (Promise Kept is the first book) might be ready to be written for this years Nanowrimo. We will have to see. For the moment, I think I’m going to work on getting some projects polished so I can get something new out there.
So I got my book binge on this weekend. I was on a book fast, completely willing to finish all of the books I picked up from Blog Tour de Force from my fellow participants, but then I read a sample for Take the All Mart by J.I. Greco, and had to have it and several others. And no, I haven’t read Take the All-mart yet — I’m saving it.
Anyway, reading New Coastal Times by Donna Callea was an eye opener. This is kind of how I imaged some of what happened to make the world of Promise Kept. It is a fabulous book. If there hadn’t been quite so many large chunks of info dumped in the beginning of the book, I would have given it five stars. The info dumped really slowed down the beginning of the book, and I started to get frustrated until it picked up.
Anyway, it is a really great read, and if anyone out there is actually interested in how global warming might kill the world, I would suggest reading it.
Back to the book fast. I have so many books to read!
I’m slowly getting through the last writing commitment I have for September. I’m still not sure if it what I want to write, but hey, I have another week or so :D.
As for other projects, well. Writer’s block is a horrible concept and does extend to editing. I’m hoping to get something going before the end of the month, or I’m going to have to resort to the heavy guns — rewriting something from the trunk :D. If I keep standing still, I’m just going to start moving backward.
Evangeline is no longer talking to me. I’m not sure if it is the cold meds, but I have hit a stone, cold wall. Even my muse isn’t showing up anymore. Time to put Evangeline back on a back burner and let her simmer for awhile. Maybe I can pick her up again for Nanowrimo.
This sinus infection is kicking my ass and trying to move into my lungs. Asthma thankfully is no longer acting up. I hate my body most of the time, but right now, it has beaten me into submission. I just wish I could sleep on my back instead of drowning whenever I lay down.
As some know, I am all about Operation E-book. I love the idea of giving soldiers books, since it is such small way to give them some relief from their daily grind, and it makes the idea of self promotion more palatable to me when I have to do it. Put a quarter in, take a quarter out, sort of thing :D.
Anyway, I got a my first thank you email back today from someone in Afghanistan. This lovely young woman took time out of her schedule to thank me for some thing so small compared to the service she give our country. I cried a little, then I emailed her to tell her she didn’t need to thank me, it was the other way around.
Sometimes people surprise you so much. I don’t know how many emails I’ve sent over the last year for Operation E-book, but I do know this is the first thank you.
I don’t need thanks. I need for our soldiers to come home. They don’t deserve to have their service squandered on the political agendas of such horrible men.