Closing in.
This will be partially a structural engineering, and partially a progression post, with a fun snippet at the end to reward you for slogging through the first part.
Of course, you could just skip to the end, but I know you're all far too honorable to do something like that.
Chapters 1-12 of The Cat Who Came in From the Cold have been turned over to my editor, who is currently working her way through them. This is a good thing/bad thing as I appreciate and respect her opinions, but she uses a lot of red ink.
Chapters 13 and 14 are complete, as are chapters 17 and 20. I need to write (from scratch) 1 scene for chapter 15, plus finish writing scenes in chapters 16, 18, and 19.
Technically 18 is done, but I hate it.
And that will be the book finished ... or at least all the words will be on the page. Currently 73,400 words, so I'm a little over my estimate, but not by much. And the remaining writing might push it to 75K, or the editing may bring it back down a little. We'll see.
Of course, once I get the notes back, I'll have to go through the whole thing and fix the misspelling, grammar errors, and continuity bombs plus, as I call it, "The What the Hell is This Suppose to Mean?"
So it looks like I'm on track to complete the writing by the end of May, and hopefully have all the editing done by the end of June.
Then it's on to the International Criminal Conspiracy which will feature Chris, Emily, Hyperion, Kaylee, Meagan, and a couple of brand-new weirdos, plus cameos from other secondary folks.
There's romance, mystery, time-travel, bad jokes, daring do and, at the end, Chris and Emily finally tie the knot.
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Snippet: Someone makes the mistake of trying to mug Meagan
"That is not going to happen," Meagan informed him calmly. "Put the knife away and walk off."
The man snorted.
"I appreciate the backbone. I really do. Nothing pisses me off more than sniveling and cowering. But the pussy cat isn't going to do anything, and neither are you."
He turned slightly, bringing the knife back in front of Meagan.
"Bravado won't help if I have to introduce you to Camilla here, so let's do this the easy way."
He then stared for a second at his empty hand, Camilla skittering across the pavement twenty feet away, and the paw Hyperion had used to slap it from his grip already back on the ground.
Two seconds later, he was also on the ground, Meagan looming over him.
"In case you missed the introduction, that was my knee."
Of course, you could just skip to the end, but I know you're all far too honorable to do something like that.
Chapters 1-12 of The Cat Who Came in From the Cold have been turned over to my editor, who is currently working her way through them. This is a good thing/bad thing as I appreciate and respect her opinions, but she uses a lot of red ink.
Chapters 13 and 14 are complete, as are chapters 17 and 20. I need to write (from scratch) 1 scene for chapter 15, plus finish writing scenes in chapters 16, 18, and 19.
Technically 18 is done, but I hate it.
And that will be the book finished ... or at least all the words will be on the page. Currently 73,400 words, so I'm a little over my estimate, but not by much. And the remaining writing might push it to 75K, or the editing may bring it back down a little. We'll see.
Of course, once I get the notes back, I'll have to go through the whole thing and fix the misspelling, grammar errors, and continuity bombs plus, as I call it, "The What the Hell is This Suppose to Mean?"
So it looks like I'm on track to complete the writing by the end of May, and hopefully have all the editing done by the end of June.
Then it's on to the International Criminal Conspiracy which will feature Chris, Emily, Hyperion, Kaylee, Meagan, and a couple of brand-new weirdos, plus cameos from other secondary folks.
There's romance, mystery, time-travel, bad jokes, daring do and, at the end, Chris and Emily finally tie the knot.
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Snippet: Someone makes the mistake of trying to mug Meagan
"That is not going to happen," Meagan informed him calmly. "Put the knife away and walk off."
The man snorted.
"I appreciate the backbone. I really do. Nothing pisses me off more than sniveling and cowering. But the pussy cat isn't going to do anything, and neither are you."
He turned slightly, bringing the knife back in front of Meagan.
"Bravado won't help if I have to introduce you to Camilla here, so let's do this the easy way."
He then stared for a second at his empty hand, Camilla skittering across the pavement twenty feet away, and the paw Hyperion had used to slap it from his grip already back on the ground.
Two seconds later, he was also on the ground, Meagan looming over him.
"In case you missed the introduction, that was my knee."
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