It’s pretty weird not to have a manuscript to obsess over. It’s also fine because I now have plenty of art projects on my work plate, and most of those need to be well on their way before I get the book back from my copy editor, Mr. Wilde.
So. I’ve just come off of the last (last? Yeah right!) rewrite of Shrapnel and delivered it to my copy editor yesterday afternoon. It is out of my hands. Again!
So, I am a liar. That’s what I am. I must be. Or crazy. Or both. I have lost track as to how many times I have said that I was leaving the book alone. How many times have I said, “I’m done?” Even I don’t believe me anymore.
I’ve known me for a long time now, and I know that I hate to leave things lying dormant – for any period of time. And that’s what I was doing. This in itself was greatly contributing to my depression.
More ups and downs, but I managed to finally leave the book alone, which means I am done with it. For now anyway. It’s basically out of my hands.
If I could do it all over again, how would I arrange my steps? With what I know now, and if I could clone myself to lead me through this endeavor, how would I’ve gone about it?
I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door and kept my mind from wandering where it will go, which is another way to say that I think I’m done with messing with the book file, yet…
It’s too late for everyone not to think I am crazy, so I’ll just go ahead and announce that I have been rewriting the whole book. Yeah, there, I said it.
So, now what am I doing now that I have finished the book? And what’s the next step? What’s the plan? When can people read it? When will it be in a store like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc.? Can it be downloaded on a Kindle?
Late Friday afternoon, I finished my book, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley. I could say it was nearly a lifetime of work, but I certainly did not work on it full time. However, I will tell you when and how it all began, because I just did a search on how far back the files went and surprised myself.