I am still sick with the Las Vegas plague. What do they say about having too much fun? I don’t know, but what happened in Vegas came home with me and won’t let go. I can’t shake it, and I feel like crumbs from the litter box kind. I’m sure we all agree, nothing good comes from the litter box.
Because of the Las Vegas plague, I had to push RENLEY back two weeks and the release date which was originally April 11th is now the 25th. I’m sad about this, but at least I hadn’t put it up for pre-order yet. One good thing, I guess.
Let’s move on though to the WIP typo of the week. This typo goes with yesterday’s Teaser Tuesday. You clearly saw, if you read it, what it should be… now look at what I accidentally wrote, and you can imagine Bri’s response when she read it and came at me with, “Ali, what the fuck? Ewww!” To which I need to say in light of my mistake, a double ewww, considering she was eight at the time of the alleged event.
It seems once a book I catch the plague and screw up my deadline. Like, for instance, the deadline for this draft is Friday, and I’ve been sick 10 days and the book is 19% done on beta. Oh yeah, we are clearly screwed there.
So, let’s talk about the book. It’s a little done. I am fattening it up like the feted calf. I always love the be characters more than my main characters and nothing is different in this book. Jazzie is so fun to write. I am about to rearrange my calendar, so my writing goal isn’t an unreachable 7500 words a day, while I’m ill.
And about this teaser… Shelby must have an unusual relationship with his coffee… or I made it uncomfortable the way I wrote it. And it was supposed to be SIPS.
I am irritated, frustated and some other –tateds. I’ve been having some trouble with my dominant hand for a while. Swelling, numbness and other bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Friday, I woke up and it was swollen and felt like I had fire ants under my skin. I went to urgent care and was like… ‘I think I have shitty arthritis.’ They came back to me and were like, ‘No, you are wrong.’ They couldn’t tell me more than that but put a rush appointment in for me with my GP, who saw me first thing Monday morning.
I was like… ‘You sure this ain’t arthritis?’ And she was like, ‘No, you have De Quervain tenosynovitis and carpal tunnel.’ At which time I looked her in the eye and said, ‘I don’t have time for that.’ She laughed and laughed and gave me steroids, wrist braces and a follow-up appointment for 6 weeks. Because this bullshit, bullshit, bullshit has all the time in the world for me.
I’m almost done with RENLEY–well, the first draft. I still have to do the hard work and the rework of it and do it in a tight deadline because I’m going to Las Vegas with my bestie for a few days on a girls’ weekend. I’ll be starting the rewrite on Saturday, watching the Superbowl on Sunday… so any writing I get done that day will be done EARLY… very early, since I get up at 0400-0500. It shouldn’t be a problem. Yes, I use twenty-four hour time. Hey, my husband used to do international travel for work, and it was the easiest way for us to sync up since most countries in Europe use it too. We never stopped using it. I also tend to write dates in European standard and use Celsius.
I suck like that, and Bri is generally correcting my date usage, and ignoring my Celsius claims.
So, here is my typo of the week. It would seem there is a sneaky camera in their gardening equipment. My characters are bizarre and do weird things. Why wouldn’t they put surveillance equipment in a hoe?
I’m a day late for WIP Wednesday because I just over adulted yesterday after I wrote, and I also had plans… I had to nap for last night (Go San Diego Gulls!). So, I did not get my WIP done in time. I suck. But you know, life is just like that at times.
Where are you on RENLEY, Ali? Why are you talking in third person?
I don’t know why I’m talking in third person–must be a sign of hysteria.
I am at the point where I invited my alpha readers in to look at the first half of the manuscript and the response has been, some chit-chat. Raylene and Bri were talking amongst one another last night while I was at the game.
All I will say is Shelby needs more love peeps. Love Shelby! He’s a sweetheart.
So my typo for the week is this… I need help, no one wants to eat toads. She was supposed to be making TOAST.
This typo made me laugh aloud, and my husband thought I was demented. I am demented, but give me a little credit. This wasn’t the only indication.
I am now on chapter 14 of my last draft. Next, it goes to betas, and then the final draft will be done before it goes to the formatter. I’m terribly excited now because JONAH is finally coming together. And this is how we come to a swirly…
I’m on chapter 27… hallelujah! I have two days to write 13,000 words to reach deadline… whhhhhhhat?
Yes, both are true. I just wrote the pivotal moment of the book where the story comes to a climax, and now I need a resolution. Okay, easy peasy–or it would be if I knew what came next. If I had any clue.
But I do have something for you. My Alpha reader Abbie found this shining exhibit of my ability to describe one eyebrow.
Started working on Jonah again and I’m chugging away at it like The Little Engine That Needs More Coffee. I have a little WIP Wednesday typo for you today, though. I apparently can’t write ‘eff that’ with the nearing holidays without an elf showing up.