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The Queen of Sheeeba
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May 2013
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The Queen of Sheeeba [userpic]
That made me feel good all over!

Tried to make money selling jewelry. Found that I can make a few dollars but not enough. I make just enough to pay for the hobby plus maybe my monthly beer bill. I did an intense round of resume sending and on-line application filling immediately after being fired but laid off of that when I decided to see if I could sell jewelry.

I wanted to jump right in to resume and applications again but. . . Dany wants me to get my knees fixed. And, truth be told, my knees will probably kill me one day if I keep on not being able to use them correctly. They occasionally fail in doing their most important knee duty of keeping me upright and so I'll fall for no damned reason. I can only take stairs one at a time like a baby and, most importantly, the hurt like a bitch most of the time.

It doesn't seem like a particularly bright thing to do to go to a job interview, tell them I'll need a few months off for knee surgery and then limp away down the stairs one at a time.

Today my house is as clean as it is ever going to get after my eight day cleaning, scrubbing and throw-it-all-away binge. I mean I did the two bucket, hands and knees (well, not on my knees, sitting down on my ass) sort of floor scrubbing on all non-wood/carpet floors. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat at my computer. Now what?

During my cleaning binge I found one of my old series romance novel manuscripts. Well, the first chapters of three would-be romance novels that I had sent to a professional editor waaaaaay back 15 or so years ago. By the time I had got it back I was already working at my first financial service job and didn't have time to deal with it. Well, I got plenty of time now!

So, when Ebony came down stairs today she found me with Word open pounding away.

"Are you writing again?"
"Looks like."
"Yay!"

Really. She said "Yay!" It's stupid how happy that made me.

Anyways, I had three loosely related stories of the series romance type floating around in my head. One all the way written, one half written and one with snippets written but the whole deal outlined in my head.

I'm reading through what the editor I paid said and boy, do I have formatting problems. I had read up on this and thought I had it right. But nope. And the not-copy editing part of the editing was, well, edifying!

It seems the editor had very few problems with the first chapter (the one that came from the completed book), quite a few problems with the second chapter (the half-way finished one) siting things such as "you didn't think this through" and "where did this come from?" and the third she wrote "this is not ready for editing". This woman had done this a few times knew exactly what kind of crap I had sent her.

So. . . 150,000 words. Think I can get that done while I get my knee done?

Comments

Rawk the eff on, lady.

I offer up proofing services when you feel you've tightened up your MS.

The both of you, you do realize it's series romance. Like, Harlequin-type romances. In fact, I think Harlequin may be the only publishers of these types of romance after they purchased Silhouette.

I wouldn't make you guys read it. You'd be appalled!

I think Lindsay would be cool with that. Regardless of the genre, it's still fiction, and she is more than capable of working with it. Sorta like a doctor not really supposed to be noticing the hotter-than-hell naked woman he's examining.

As someone who wishes to write, and after several attempts realizing that I just don't have the chops to commit to it, for some reason, I wish you the best.

As someone who wishes to write, I just re-read that last sentence, and realize it sucks, but the coffee hasn't kicked in yet, so I'll just leave it at that.