Resting Upon Laurels
I’ve ordered two hundred and fifty pounds of laurels. They should be arriving any day now via FedEx ground. I’ve already got the tracking number, but hope they don’t arrive too soon. Sleep when you’re dead kind of thing. I’ve also explored various posthumous publishing options. No matter what, I’ll have enough bay leaves for an eternity of chili. (I have a good recipe if anyone wants…)
There’s still formatting left to be done… InDesign— not my favorite software— but serviceable for putting together a good paperback edition. Slated for release is Red City, the final book in the Tractus Fynn Mystery Series. My self-imposed deadline is May 29.
Okay, finishing a 500 page book (think Russian-sized novel) is good. A feeling of satisfaction… This is book five though, all together, up around a million words or so, 2,500 pages. If I tweak the font size, I’ll be up there with George RR Martin— one difference though— I’m finished, done; it’s been completed.
So… What’s next?
Staring into space is high on my list. I may even feed my cat. Netflix might be called upon. And peering into the abyss is also possible.
There’s still formatting left to be done… InDesign— not my favorite software— but serviceable for putting together a good paperback edition. Slated for release is Red City, the final book in the Tractus Fynn Mystery Series. My self-imposed deadline is May 29.
Okay, finishing a 500 page book (think Russian-sized novel) is good. A feeling of satisfaction… This is book five though, all together, up around a million words or so, 2,500 pages. If I tweak the font size, I’ll be up there with George RR Martin— one difference though— I’m finished, done; it’s been completed.
So… What’s next?
Staring into space is high on my list. I may even feed my cat. Netflix might be called upon. And peering into the abyss is also possible.
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