At half past some time this morning I opened Google mail, attached a very large file, and sent off the second draft of After America. I immediately realized I had forgotten to include the prologue. After much cursing and a small amount of faffing around, I sent a second mail out with the offending document. The
That is not the end of the matter, of course. There are still three chapters at the end with which I am... displeased. They shall be corrected most severely in the next few days. And of course there is the line edit to get through. All of which takes place in hard copy and is thus a little slower and a little less convenient than we are used to in the digital world. On the upside it does provide a magnificent artifact of an actual A3 manuscript for me to take a slightly out of focus photograph of, for the purposes of taunting your worthless arses.
"Oh, did that line really describe a character called Havsy in a hibiscus print two piece bikini designed by Jodhi Meares? It's so hard to tell. This damned photograph seems to have been taken out of focus on purpose."
Only the Rhino knows. And Murph. And my editors Cate, Betsy and Joel.
I had kind of been hoping to catch up on some old episodes of Angel tonight, but having crawled out from beneath the crushing weight of one deadline I find myself confronted by another. 3000 words for The Monthly.
And so I strap myself into the dictating harness, take up my sword and shield and cry, "This Is Sparta!"