I finished up the fourth draft. I think I really jubarred the continuity of the book, but it was pretty disjointed already, so its possible I might have inadvertently fixed the continuity problems.
In other words: I need HELP!
My original draft was 50,000 words. Now we're clocking in at about 67,000. The longer this thing sits the more I add to it. That's not what I want. War and Peace has been done to death. I just want to be finished!
Secretly I want to begin writing my second book: Return to Leadville, wherein I chronicle my rise to notoriety as an ultrarunner.
In other authorship news my editor (I love saying that...well, writing that) tweeted this the other day:
That's right, I have a comedic effect on people. I make them comedy out their noses. I mean, laugh and spray coffee out their noses. Something like that.
So I have a forthcoming short story, a book I need to get whipped into shape and published, and this hyere blog which probably does more to destroy literary appreciation than anything else.
I have some other good book ideas and a few short stories floating around out there which I should be submitting to other places where they might end up being published. So why am I still blathering on here?