thanks for all the fish

sir or madam will you read my book?

And, lo, after much wailing and gnashing of teeth, I give you a (very dark) picture of this:


It is a (very dark) picture of the most recent, completed, received-by-New-York-editor version of my book (!) Hillbilly Gothic. While I am sure that (and, in fact, hope that) there will be revisions, the manuscript is currently in the stage where if I got hit by a bus, it will still be a book. There is a beginning and a middle and an end. There is an arc. Things happen. It all fits together, more or less. Again -- it ain't perfect, not by a long shot, but it is a story that seems to work. To which I say, woot!

For those wonks who like this sort of thing: the numbers--
Page count: 194
Word count: 70,000ish
Height, in inches: 1
Height, in centimeters: 24
Time to write: well, that depends on how you count. In some sense, 34 years. From first glimmers of an idea to yesterday, about 2.5 years. Actual ass-in-chair hours, probably two months round the clock, if you don't allow time to sleep and eat and maintain other life functions.
Time until it is published: About a year, but I expect to be doing rewrites much, much sooner than that.

While I would like to say that I celebrated the official emailing of the book (bless the computer age) by drinking champagne and having my feet rubbed, I actually spent it making bread, coddling a crabby child and, eventually, having some ice cream. The whole completion thing is sadly anticlimactic. I'm wavering between wondering what the heck I have wrought and wondering how much work it will need before next summer. I am also wavering between thinking it's genius and it's pure crap. I am also wondering if any copies will sell, once there are copies. But that is really cart before the horse talk.

Yesterday did, however, mark the day when I got large amounts of my brain back, which will make the end of the semester much easier to deal with. It is also the day when I realized that the house is filthy and we have no food. I need a wife.

Regular blogging should now resume. Hold your applause.



Hey, this is aweseome. Congrats. Hopefully, it will be downhill from here. Can't wait to read it ...

I can't wait for other people to read it as well. Although, I suspect those who know me will think I'm more insane than they'd initially thought. All I can say is that it was a very strange time.

And now I don't know what to do with myself, frankly. I have all sorts of smaller projects to get done, but lack the will to work on any of them because my brain is soft. Sadly, those small bits have deadlines, too, but I really feel as if I'm out of words for the moment and need to rebuild the supply.

I also don't seem to be able to just relax, tho, and not do much of anything, simply because I'm out of the habit at this point and have spend the better part of a year squeezing the book into the odd moments. It's just weird, is all.

For someone without words, I seem to have found a lot of them...

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