July is here so it’s time to visit my goals.
From June:
Address all the notes from the read-through on ALL ROCS (C2) and get it out to the WordForge novel group.Fix the ending of ALL GREMLINS GREAT AND SMALL (Curtains 1). (Carried over from May)- Send out the query for ALL GREMLINS GREAT AND SMALL for proofreading. (This just means I have to get it in as close to final form as I can so someone else can do a quick check for typos.) This needs another editing round but it’s close.
Revise and submit the first couple chapters of C3 (which does not yet have a name) to YWC.
I’m going to give myself a passing grade for June.
Now for July:
- Get 50,000 words into the novel that isn’t named “Dude, Where’s My Dragon?”
- Get the next two chapters of ALL BASILISKS (C3) revised and submitted to YWC.
Speaking of the first goal, in the novel definitely not called “Dude, Where’s My Dragon?” today our short, pudgy-bordering-on-Ruebenesque fifty-six year old magical probation officer talked a distraught porcupine out of jumping off a building and ended up handcuffed in the emergency room for her troubles.
A snippet:
“No Latin?” He sounded disappointed.
“I mean, if it makes you feel better I can throw some in.” Angela wove the spell of reversal while she talked, bumping it with a spark of power.
“Wait! I’m not going to end up naked, am I?”
Angela smiled. “Were you wearing clothes when you shifted?” At his nod she opened a hand. “Then you’ll have them when you shift back.” She raised her eyebrows. “Ready?”
“Okay.”
The spell glowed into being again. “Quod erat demonstrandum. Quid pro quo.” The net settled over him and she shoved a little more power into it, lighting up the strands. “Veni vidi vi—”
Then disaster struck.
