Since WordPress isn’t letting me show you the cover, here’s the link.
Here there be dragons…again, damn it.
Deshayna has her sanity back, and forces older than the gods have granted her a new purpose. Chronos, his freedom restored, fights for his sanity, and with it, a purpose in helping Deshayna—now called Shay—with hers. The gods are starting to pull together more…and it’s about time.
Millennia after the last dragons to threaten human existence have been hunted down, they’ve started to reappear, hinting to the surviving gods that something more sinister appeared first: Tiamat.
Instead of a confrontation, though, the gods—major, minor, and genus loci—are drawn into a frustrating hunt for a predator that flees rather than attempting to strike.
I’ve figured out the whole mess with the too-big painted cover art for Gods and Monsters: we took a photo of it. I say “we,” but I’m lousy with the camera–my husband did the work.
I’ve also finished the absolute last edit. I’m not going to do another one because I don’t want to murder my book by a thousand tiny changes. I’ll run a search to make sure I didn’t mess up the spelling of names, but that’s it.
Now, it’s down to the back cover. I hate that part. But I have the house to myself, today, for the first time since this overblown mess started (I mean, really: they close the schools, but leave day-cares open? What part of “separate the cuddly, friendly petri dishes” does this actually do?).
Bite Sized has been pirated. And, being the churchmouse I am, there’s nothing I can do about it, that I know of and can afford. I really don’t want to link the bastards doing it, either–I don’t want to drive up their page views.
If anyone has any advice…
I spent Christmas in the hospital overnight for observation. I woke up with a whole host of symptoms that looked like something serious, but turned out to be unrelated. Not something to mess with, and if they’d not been unrelated, the hospital would have been a necessity. It did turn up a couple of issues that need to be dealt with: stress, high blood pressure, and GERD.
The stress surprised me. I honestly hadn’t been paying attention. I usually don’t, not to my body (which is in a semi-constant state of rebellion) or my state of mind. Not until something happens to force me to pay attention. And, in hindsight, the stress and high blood pressure…after the last six months, it shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise as it was. Last year…it kicked my ass. Just as I was starting to tread water, my father in law passed away, kicking off a cascade of stress-induced heath attacks for me. I’m still trying to get a handle on it, but I am fully aware of it now, and have a good idea of what I need to do.
Part of that is taking time out of the day for myself: I’d been working so hard on trying to take care of the family–spouse, kids, mother in law, and my mom’s family’s requests–that I forgot me. I need time to write, both fiction, and in my journal. The journal, especially, is a massive stress-buster: it’s where I work through stuff bothering me, and where I rough out plans (writing, and otherwise). I need time to read, both out loud to my kids, and quietly in bed (with a timer to say “put the book down and go to sleep, idiot”). I need to pick my knitting back up and do that, while I’m reading on the computer, and finish a couple of projects.
Anyways. On to the writing news.
On Gods and Monsters…I have found the way to actually deal with the cover art size, but I’m going to need an extra pair of hands to help with what I need to do. So, in the meantime, I’m running through a last read-through and edit.
On Having a Pint…I’ve got a general outline, and I am planning on getting stuck back into that next week, after the kids go back to school. I know what’s going on, and what’s going to happen, and I think I know how to get there. It’s just going to take sitting down and writing. And that…is something I just can’t do while the kids are out on break while I’m trying to get a handle on everything else.
The project after that will be, I think, a longer work of science fiction: The Shrodinger Paradox. I think that one will be…interesting. It’s a three-part piece with an epilogue. I think the way I’m going to do it will be to get each piece written (I’m 2/3 of the way done), polished, and released as an individual work, then put them together in one volume with that epilogue.
Honestly, I’ve been journaling for a couple of days, now, and working on editing Gods and Monsters one last time since last night. Stress levels…I can already tell they’re dropping. It’s amazing how much simply taking the time and energy for myself to sit down and write affects my state of mind.
I cannot find the camera. Seems that taking a digital photo of the cover art painting I got from my artist friend will be the best option I have, given the physical size of the art. And I cannot. Find. the damn camera. Every time I do find it, I have too much other stuff to do, and I am terrible at taking photos, so getting a usable one is going to take a while.
And it’s November. And I’d planned on having the book out a lot sooner. And I’m sorry.
In the meantime…I am going to go through the manuscript one more time.
I’ve also been working on writing. I’m about a quarter of the way through the second of the Liquid Diet Chronicles books, Having a Pint. I know what’s going on, and where it’s going, and I have a vague idea of how things are going to get there. I’m going to try to finish the first draft this month (it is NaNoWriMo, after all).
The next project after that I’ve actually got two-thirds of the way written, in first draft. I’m gonna have to rewrite it significantly, and I’m thinking about whether I need to release it in parts (part 1, part 2, part 3) in Kindle only, then a compilation in both Kindle and paperback, or if I need to let it go all at once. I’m leaning toward the first.
Okay. Last week was hell. I’d have been forced to call in sick, were I still working. I had one of the worst migraines I’d ever had in my life hit me on Wednesday. And that was on the heels of a nasty sinus headache playing hell with being able to see straight.
It’s done, now. Migraine started fading Saturday, and was gone Sunday when I woke up. And I’ve managed to catch back up on housework (had to drop almost everything last week).
And then yesterday, I got an email. See, my son wants to play soccer in the school’s peewee league. So, I signed him up. They’re just starting their peewee league, and I signed him up with his class. His practices were set for the evenings on Tuesday and Thursday, after supper. I figured it could be some father/son time.
I got an email yesterday. There was a mess-up–the school’s kids’ soccer director hadn’t read the rules clearly. The kids are sorted by date of birth, not grade. So, Daniel’s going to be with the next grade up, not his. Okay. Fair enough.
We’d planned to get his soccer equipment yesterday for his Tuesday practice.
Problem: new practice was from 3:00 to 4:30 yesterday.
Not even remotely according to my plans. Andrew managed to get a bit of time off work and scramble for the equipment. The cleats fit, but the shin guards were too short–Daniel’s all leg, and in the height range that includes MY height, according to the back of the packages. It didn’t matter anyway–little guy was still recovering from a cold.
We’ve got the soccer thing handled, now, but I wish the school had been a little more on-the-ball from the get-go.
Which left me with the time to test out my idea that I had week before last on how to get my cover art ready to go and get my damn book published.
I think…I think it’ll work.
The canvas is too big for the scanner. And we don’t even remotely have the right software to scan it a bit at a time and stitch it together–we tried. And failed.
My idea was that I’d take the camera and take a picture. I think it’ll work, but I think it’s going to take some work. And several shots. I’ll spend a good bit of time on it this afternoon.
I’m praying, crossing fingers as best I can, and hoping that I’m right, that it’ll work.