It looks good, too. I think I should have made it a bit smaller, but it's an easy read. In reality, it's 95 pages, not 98, but there are some blanks in there, by design. If I do a hardcover, I think I'll aim to make it closer to 5.5x8.5"...but that won't be for a while.
I'm still dealing with the idea I have to do a page-one rewrite of NYPDB, so haven't had much to say about anything. It's going to be a major project to get it into shape, and going through it is a brutally depressing experience. All the work I did...I got 66 pages in before I had to set it aside. I was nowhere near in the right place for it.
Instead, I reformatted BC-Complete into 6x9" format. I reread some of it...and I'm still proud of it. I can't imagine putting out a book that I'm not happy with...and reminding myself of how I was able to pull off three completely different POVs in the book, with completely different writing styles and attitudes...it makes me feel better about thinking I know what I'm doing. I may not be perfect at it -- I should have had more humor in the story -- but I've got nothing to be embarrassed about. And I'll be damned if I let that twerp redo any part of NYPDB, again, once I get it set.
This trip to NYC was hard on me, for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm on antibiotics for this infected tooth and they're messing with my body chemistry. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's just my reaction to my work being trashed. Hell, I don't know. Maybe I'm just getting old. I just know I was exhausted at the end of each day, and when I finally got off the train at 2:30 in Buffalo, this morning...and had to dig my car out from the snow...it was hard. I didn't get to bed till after 4am and woke at 10:30, achy and brain dead. They offered me the day off and I took it.
I'm getting my bad tooth pulled, on Monday. It's still bothering me and that's the only slot they had available until the 3rd of January...which would not work, since I want to be in decent shape when I head to London and Dublin. And then I'll have two weeks on the road and god knows what else going on. Hopefully, I'll be healed by the UK trip...at least well enough.
I can't complain much. My little brother had to have all of his pulled and now has dentures. And my grandmother had to do the same thing when she was in her 30s. But I actually dread it.
I am getting old.
I'm still dealing with the idea I have to do a page-one rewrite of NYPDB, so haven't had much to say about anything. It's going to be a major project to get it into shape, and going through it is a brutally depressing experience. All the work I did...I got 66 pages in before I had to set it aside. I was nowhere near in the right place for it.
Instead, I reformatted BC-Complete into 6x9" format. I reread some of it...and I'm still proud of it. I can't imagine putting out a book that I'm not happy with...and reminding myself of how I was able to pull off three completely different POVs in the book, with completely different writing styles and attitudes...it makes me feel better about thinking I know what I'm doing. I may not be perfect at it -- I should have had more humor in the story -- but I've got nothing to be embarrassed about. And I'll be damned if I let that twerp redo any part of NYPDB, again, once I get it set.
This trip to NYC was hard on me, for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm on antibiotics for this infected tooth and they're messing with my body chemistry. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's just my reaction to my work being trashed. Hell, I don't know. Maybe I'm just getting old. I just know I was exhausted at the end of each day, and when I finally got off the train at 2:30 in Buffalo, this morning...and had to dig my car out from the snow...it was hard. I didn't get to bed till after 4am and woke at 10:30, achy and brain dead. They offered me the day off and I took it.
I'm getting my bad tooth pulled, on Monday. It's still bothering me and that's the only slot they had available until the 3rd of January...which would not work, since I want to be in decent shape when I head to London and Dublin. And then I'll have two weeks on the road and god knows what else going on. Hopefully, I'll be healed by the UK trip...at least well enough.
I can't complain much. My little brother had to have all of his pulled and now has dentures. And my grandmother had to do the same thing when she was in her 30s. But I actually dread it.
I am getting old.
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Congrats on DM!
YIKES! I thought the song goes, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" not yanked out. OUCH!!! I hope you feel better. Dealing with a toothache is a bitch!
Thanks, Mac. I'm already stocking up on soup and Advil and Tylenol and alcohol...Merry Christmas!
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