Saturday, October 22, 2011

8 Weeks to Go…Maybe?

Walk the Red Road is finally in the works, out of my hands (almost entirely) and with the publishers. FINALLY. I’m still finishing up my last edit and waiting on S to finish his (oh, and my mom’s. Come on, people, time’s a tickin’.). I’m relieved, almost too exhausted at this point to be excited. OK, I’m a little excited, but mostly just waiting for the next stage since it’s not over yet and I still have a long way to go. People don’t realize how much work all this is, except maybe S since he has the fun job of dealing with me all the time.

Whisper has been running around in my head for months now. Years, really, but she’s only been walking the Red Road since last April or so. She demands my attention almost 24/7, invading my dreams and requiring at least three to 4 hours of additional work after I get home from my “real” job. Hopefully she takes a couple months’ break after this before heading off to her next adventure. And oh, what a grand one it will be.

I think I could go on with this story for books and books and books, but I’ll probably try to keep it to just four. Maybe five. I love series books, but only so long as they stay true to their characters and don’t cause the story to go stale. Some authors can pull it off—Anne Bishop and her 473 (this might be an exaggeration) Black Jewel books (which are AWESOME), Rick Riordan and Percy Jackson, the Gears with their mile-long series about Native Americans (different characters, same concept). Others fall short and end up destroying their characters. The first that comes to mind is the book-that-shall-not-be-named (aka The Land of Painted Caves), which felt like the author punched me in the gut, stabbed me in the heart with a fire poker and spit on my brand new shoes in the end after the character I admired so much and made me believe that some men were decent after all was completely and utterly unforgivably destroyed and OH MY GOD I can’t even talk about it anymore without being depressed.

So, yeah. I don’t want to punch people in the gut with my sequel. Or any following books. That’s been my biggest fear when writing Walk the Red Road and I’m seriously agonizing over this with each page I edit. The book-that-shall-not-be-named has ruined me in this regard. Either I worry too much, care too much, or I’m just weirdly insane. S says I’m just crazy. Wait, no. Actually he says “You are the weirdest girl I’ve ever met.” This was after a debate over why the North Pole should be part of a continent that went a little something like this:

Me: “But why isn’t it part of a continent?”
S: “Because it’s just ice and stuff. There’s no landmass. Nothing lives there.”
Me: “Yeah-huh. Stuff lives there.”
S: “What?”
Me: “Santa.”
S: “Santa doesn’t count.”
Me: “…We are no longer friends.”
S: “…..”
Me: “…..”
S: “You are the weirdest girl I’ve ever met.”

(Google pic)

See? I'm right.

Anyway, I forgot my point. I’m not sure I ever had one. OH! Yeah, I was going to say that since I’m bored, I’m going to make a whole new blog post about what’s been keeping me sane (hah) these past few weeks as I prepare to release Walk the Red Road. So, enjoy.

Also, here is my updated To-Do List – See, I am getting things done!
Revising manuscript according to editors--ALMOST DONE
*Finding a way to print out manuscript without spending a fortune--DONE
*Give book to S to read and revise—IN PROGRESS
*Insert chapter breaks and edit again (last time)--IN PROGRESS
*Purchase barcode--DONE
*Assign ISBN to barcode-- DONE
*Purchase self-publishing package--DONE
*Write book synopsis--DONE
*Write interior text--DONE
*Complete book cover once art is received--DONE

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