At long last the revised version of Highway from Hell is done. All except for two small descriptive paragraphs I’ve decided to change tomorrow–er, later today. I plan to let it sit while I finish a copyediting job to die for (another Kate Johnson!) Two days of proofing, and it’s off to the beta-readers with thee.
I’m more relieved than happy. This is the last book I’ll ever work with
on. I think that’s one of the reasons it was so hard to finish. Finishing it means letting her go–writing solo forever, when all I want to do is sit down and swap stories with a friend.
But stories don’t get told unless you tell them. I hope the beta-readers will like our take on Orpheus and Eurydice. Even more important, I hope they’ll tell me when I’ve screwed up the pacing, the dialogue and the bits that hurt. I’m still a newb when it comes to the craft of writing.
Or should that be the Craft? Stories are magic The word gives meaning to the event, as qnotku always said. I can only hope a little of her magic rubbed off on me.
Be good–or be bad if it’s more fun. Just try not to exceed the bail fund. And be sure to tell me all the juicy details. 😉