I’ve been thinking about things and doing stuff.
Oh, like what, you ask?
Well, I’ve been hard at work doing NaNoWriMo and writing the 5th My Immortals series book.
I thought for sure this was the year I would win at NaNoWriMo, but I got on a jury (very interesting!) and now I’m jamming in day job stuff around time I would normally be writing so I am behind… I’m also doing a paper read through which, of course, kills the word count. Reading on paper (several times) is an important step for me, as it’s often where I find out parts I thought were awful aren’t, and the parts I thought were good aren’t, and other parts surprise the hell out of me because they are fantastic. Or not at all fantastic. I often use up an entire red pen…
I have also been reading, as I have found I can go pretty dang fast on the treadmill while reading. I have a rant lurking in my draft posts…
Self-publishing is amazing. I love that writers can do this, I really do. What I don’t love is crappy, sloppy thinking that leads to crappy, sloppy writing. Editors, copy-editors, and proofreaders can all be hired. Not just can but must.
In related news
Here’s a translation gone wrong:
[Name of fancy French product omitted] fragrances make a dream come true through their unique composition gathering natural, rare and rich essences.
I think the author of the book I was recently mocking while on the treadmill (My shouting was scaring the dog) has a job as a translator.
Seriously. Some of the sentences made about as much sense. That kind of thing makes me crabby, and you guys know I’m never crabby.
And now, back to work.