Deadlines tell no tales

Guess what tomorrow is? The first day of December? Well, yeah, that too. But it’s also the day my new manuscript is due. Will I make my deadline, in a word: sorry.

But…I’m soooo close––horseshoes and hand grenades close.

Right now Whispers of a Thunder God, otherwise know as “That strange kamikaze book,” is clocking in at 123,000 words and 502 pages. But, about fifty of those pages really need a good Viking funeral. So that’s what I’m still working on. It’s like performing surgery to remove some derelict organ, then closing up the patient and trying to leave as little scar tissue as possible. Luckily I haven’t had to break out the defib paddles.

And while my amazing editor mentioned that I could probably deliver by the end of the year and still be okay, man, I hate to be late. For dinner, for a movie, for a root canal, I hate to be late for anything.

So, back to the grindstone…

Comments

[Kristan]

Ooo! Better to be almost there and cutting than almost there and having to add! Good luck, and go go go!

[Eric]

Just have 'em set it in 8-point type.

[Johanna Moran]

Yikes. Nerve-wracking, I imagine.

[Dara]

LOL, I love how you compared chopping some of those pages to a Viking funeral. Quite an image :P

You'll make it soon--even if you're just a little late. Better late than never, right?

BTW, I hate being late for anything too.

[Sandra Cormier]

Wow! Great job reaching such an impressive word count! I know how if feels to meet a deadline (my life is made of them), but on a much smaller scale.

Take the time you need. You can't rush perfection.

[Madeleine]

I agree with Dara, take whatever time you need... not that we're not all dying for it to be finished and printed. I'll probably camp out for a week outside Borders!