Sunday, 10 November 2013

Fourty hours and my brain is scrambled egg.

After stopping for a few hours sleep I finally finished the third edit of The Book Of Pain.
    I've cut it to ribbons and all the irrelevant nonsense is gone, but it's still over five hundred pages long.  I sometimes think authors are like those people you see on the documentaries about hoarders. We've thought it up, nurtured and cherished it and are loathe to let it go. Well now I have. Every remaining scene is essential to the plot and I hope it will be the best thing I've ever written - so far. I'll leave that for my wonderful beta readers to decide. I believe I can finish it in another 2/3 edits but for the time being, I'll carry one with Kongomato 2 - the third edit.

That's if I don't commit Cat-ricide first - is that a word? The little bleeder is driving me bonkers. She's like Tigr on speed, and as for Sassy, I grieve for her. Her world has been turned upside down - literally. Behind those wide eyes is a little demon in disguise.


  1. You're right about the hoarding. I'll cut parts out, but save them somewhere.
    As for tiger, sure sounds like she's got a lot of energy.

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    1. lol, you already know the answer to that.

  3. I do but I'm so tired I can't think of the answer.