And Dicky Shall Go Out Into the World
Yay! Got word overnight that Dicky's Story has finally been "deloused" and accepted into the Smashwords Premium Catalog so it shall go out in the weekly distribution for the first time this Friday, April 15th. There was a bookmark bug the Smashwords Meatgrinder script kept stumbling on. Good to know for the future how to kill that bug before sending the file in!!
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Apr 19, 2011 08:22AM
That's happened to me before, Sarah. What a "load off" when it finally goes through!
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Jason wrote: "That's happened to me before, Sarah. What a "load off" when it finally goes through!"It's amazing how easily MS Word screws up a file. I was just editing a chapter, started at 5400 words, session 2 blew up to 6500 words and at session 3, about 10k words, I noticed the file had gone DOWN from 467k to 85k and I was convinced I'd lost something, I mean how could it go down by over 300k while going UP 5000 words? Then again, how's a mere 10k of words and no pictures (except those painted with words ;-)) take almost half a meg? I mean the scene was a world-class blow job followed by a really nice shower *hahaha* still, that only takes a few kilobytes of information, at best.
I find myself sometimes getting way too serious or hyped up about the tiniest details of my books or the publishing process. Now and then I just need to remind myself everything will be fine and go have a glass or three of wine.
Given how quickly I can (and have, more than once, for more than one book) retype or recreate a book (from scratch) after I've conceived of it in my mind, I never get too serious about things going wrong, but yeah, sometimes, I get stuck on this one line or "thing" that I will actually build an entire scene around (like this one I imagined in July 2006 when Lacey & Rainey first came to me) The line "Mine's bigger than yours" spoken by Lacey gave birth to the scene and I will DIE before I give it up ;-) I already trashed the 95,000 word draft, in toto, that this first appeared in and will write this scene into the new version no matter what.They are in Marseilles where Rainey goes for dinner every Friday night and before they go in, they take a walk, to talk, clear the air, etc. and somoene (or four someones) starts shooting. Despite the fact Lacey is a world-class sniper and never goes unarmed, Rainey throws her to the ground/wall (it was ground before, probably be against a wall this time).
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He moved quickly. Almost as soon as she'd processed the sounds as suppressed gunfire, he had her pinned, knee to chest, to the cold stone. He locked her wrists down on either side of her head. That occupied his own hands, at least. More unfortunate, however, was that tree trunk he called a leg, now blocking her access to the .40 caliber SIG/Sauer P226 he'd been trying to coax out of her left boot earlier. She raised one of those perfectly-arched eyebrows at him when he finally met eye and asked, "Friends of yours?"
"They're not mine. Aren't they yours?"
"My friends can't shoot back--or first."
He let go of her left wrist to reach in with his right hand for the 9mm Glock 19 he had holstered to his rib cage. Good, it was poking at her, as were other hard objects on his person.
He pulled the gun out and holding it up near her face, thumbed the safety.
"I"ll just see who they are, then, and have a word, shall I?"
"You expect me to stand here and wait?"
"I'm better-armed--aren't I?" He was snide now, challenging her to admit she had the gun strapped to her leg after flatly denying it earlier. He pressed his leg in hard between her legs. His hard-muscled thigh dug the cold metal of her SIG into her leg while his hard erection dug into her hip.
She said, "Mine's bigger than yours."
He waggled the gun in her peripheral vision and with a smile sparkling those obsidian eyes of his, he said, "That's not my gun."
"I know. Mine's still bigger than yours."
He burst out laughing and kissed her quickly, hard on the mouth, then said, "Careful, Lacey. Keep saying things like that and I really could fall in love with you."
What? He needed to stop saying things like that or she really might start believing him. "Just let me go kill someone."
He frowned at her. "Since when do you have a blood lust, Lacey?"
Since you left Seattle She didn't say anything aloud.
"If it's Rushenko, I really can't afford to take him out right now, not without prior authorization--from everyone. Promise?"
He was talking to her like she was a five-year-old. "I can't afford his untimely demise either, Rainey. Don't worry. I won't be the one to put a bullet in his head, not by accident, and--"
"You don't have those kinds of accidents. I know." He stepped back so she could retrieve the SIG at long last. While she did, he warned, "You're going to explain your protection of Rushenko to me over dessert." Her eyes jumped up at that, to read his expression but his head was turned, scanning the street beyond the alley. She could never tell him why she protected Rushenko. Mark's life depended on it.
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Wow, that's gotta be the 10th time I've written that general scene out and I have to say, it's one of the better versions :) I like it. Thanks for getting me started on that train of thought, Jase!
OMG I'm a compulsive line-editor / tweaker. Five minutes after I posted this and walked away, my mind is already wordsmithing it. Again This is why one publishes. Then it's "written in stone" and the editing must stop *LOL*
I like it very much, haven't read much sex/guns/humor before but this is good.
