A Free PlaceMay 12, 2012
The Maine AttractionJune 24, 2012
Has it really been four weeks since my last post? Holy travesty, Batman… If there are any readers of this blog still out there, I beseech you to keep the faith and stand firm. (Yes, you read that correctly. I did, in fact, use the word “beseech.” Seems my recent dalliance with Downton Abbey has had an influence on the way I speak. It’s possible I may even implore you to summon a footman forthwith. Who but my Lord, the Earl of Grantham, can say with certainty?)
To provide you a window onto the fascinating tilt-a-whirl that has been my life these past few weeks (extreme sarcasm alert), here is a photo of the sight I have spent most of the month gazing upon (dangling preposition alert). On the screen within a screen before you is a page from my novel.
Are you jealous yet? The life of a writer may be just a few steps removed from a 24/7 glamour-fest, but I ask for no pity.
In all seriousness, I am very much enjoying the editing process, and I’m pleased to say that I should be done with this revision by early July, if not sooner.
My other notable writing-related activity this month was attending BEA, aka Book Expo America, the annual publishing industry lovefest that takes place just within the outer circle of Hades. And by that I mean the Javits Center. (If you haven’t had the pleasure of visiting the place, you should seriously consider slaughtering a chicken as both tribute and appeasement to the gods who have so mercilessly spared you this torment.) Suffice it to say, Javits is an an armpit ensconced in a dungeon encircled by a structure with about as much charm as a foundry. (I know. I’m being complete unfair to foundries…)
Despite the location, BEA was still worth the visit. Though I could only attend for a day and a half, that was enough time to gather advanced copies of several intriguing new titles. Prior to the expo, my to-read book pile had shrunk perilously low, but that problem has been rectified for now.
So much for all the free space that I created when I donated several boxes of books to the Salvation Army. Well, they say life is a cycle, right…?