I tidied up the word files today, attached the manuscript and the synopsis to an email, and sent them both flying off to The Editor in Question.
Now I don’t know what to do with myself.
I pretty much ate, drank, and slept FM for the past three months. It feels very strange not to be immersed in that world. Breaking free of those emotions isn’t going to be easy, especially where the story ends on more of a HFN than a HEA. (Don’t worry, I have more in store for those boys, including a resolution to something that is still troubling Julian at the end of FM.)
I did find an excellent video of a hip hop routine that I’m going to use for inspiration for the Christmas story, and while lazing around in the bathtub, I’ve started patting a scene into shape that will be based off of it. Maybe I’ll do a bit of that tonight. Or maybe I’ll just watch reruns of Game of Thrones.
Or I could do housework.
Who am I kidding? Where’s the popcorn.
Two passes down, one more to go. I’ve fixed a lot of weird spelling issues that I think have something to do with my keyboard getting ready to die. (I can’t say all of it was the keyboard–at one point I found an entire sentence that had lived on from an earlier draft, and had nothing to do with the scene it was currently inhabiting.) Some plot problems from the end of the book, which I freely admit to sending out as a hot mess. Better now, but I bet that by the time I’ve gone through everything and it’s ready for publication, I’ll have added 5k words to it. I’ve already added 1300.
I still get lost in parts. Places where I horrify myself, places where I’m just so relieved I forget I’m editing. I hope that means I’ve done my job properly.
Back to aligning the synopsis with the story. I strayed a little, but I don’t think it affected the story negatively. There were some things that just sounded better in précis than they did laid out completely in the text. I want to finish this tonight so I don’t have to worry about it tomorrow. I have one beta to get back to me and I think I’ve already hit most of the changes that have to be made. I might actually get this thing off early. 🙂
This will be the last Tuesday Tickle for FM, until it’s ready to publish. 🙂 I’m finishing my first pass through it before it goes off to the editor. There’ll be two more before I’m done and, at that point, I’ll be chasing it out the door with a broom, shrieking, “Get up, get out, and get a job!”
He (Leo) turned his head to stare at the bathroom door. Julian had been in there for a long time. The shower was still going.
Leo rolled off the bed and went to the door. He knocked.
Leo opened the door and was engulfed in steam. He felt his way into the room and sat down on the toilet. “You okay?”
The shower curtain slid back. Julian sat in the middle of the tub, his arms wrapped around his legs and his hair streaming water all down his face. “Not particularly, but I’ll get better.” His mouth pinched off the last word, as if he didn’t quite believe himself, but was trying really hard.
“I have a copy of the hard drive.”
“Is it on there?” Julian shoved his hair out of his eyes. His expression brightened and he leaned toward Leo.
Of course, that’s all relative–I do live in the frozen north. But they’re talking about 27 degrees celcius tomorrow, which is about 85 farenheit? And humidity. (And all my Southern friends are laughing hysterically at me at this very instant.)
It’s also hot because I need to get my entry ready for the Sex Scene Championship over at Scorching Reviews.
In case you’re wondering, the Sex Scene Championship is an elimination-style, knock down, drag out fight to the finish between all our best naughty bits. There’s hetero and gay both, so no matter what you like to read, you can guarantee a rousing good time. (Or should that be ‘an arousing good time’?)
I’m seriously thinking about putting in a scene from Flesh Market, but I need to lock down the title before I can. I don’t have an official okay from a publisher yet on it, so there’s still the potential for them to decide it’s too similar to another title that’s out there and that it would get confused with it. I’ve shot off an email to The Editor in Question to see how we handle this. I hope to hear back soon.
In the meantime, two of my betas have gotten back to me, which means my mini-vacation is over. 39 chapters–4 days. Only one will survive.
I hope it’s the story.
Well, it’s gone to beta anyway. 🙂 It ended at just over 69 000 words, which means that after edits, it’ll probably be closer to 75 000.
Early beta reports are promising, at least with respect to the overall story. I’m sure there’ll be details that will need to be fixed. But I’m happy with most of it. One chapter I rewrote three times and still hate, but perhaps outside eyes will have some constructive ideas about it.
I’ll be spending this morning listening to Christmas music and trying to switch gears from the horror of Flesh Market to a silly Christmas meet-cute. Whiplash is a serious possibility.
Yeah, he was a lot of help. 😛 Funny how sitting down at the computer makes you a target for all sorts of stuff. Like lap attacks, and pats, snuggles. 🙂
First draft of Flesh Market is done and now I’m doing revisions before I send it off to beta readers. They’ll have a week and a half to get it back to me and then I’ll have a week to make all my fixes and send it off to The Editor in Question.
Getting very excited to press Send on this one.