Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I love this sign. I took the picture at the Denver Airport. It’s so encouraging, “75 Feet! You Can Make It!!!” And by the way, it has nothing to do with the blog.
Working on revisions is always a bit of a shock. This is because my fabulous editor, Lovely Leah, reminds me that I am, indeed, a moron.
Oh, she doesn’t mean to do this. It isn’t her intention at all. It’s just the truth when I realize that she knows more about my book than I do. Maybe I’m the only author with this problem.
Leah is the one who gave me my favorite edit ever when in GUNS WILL KEEP US TOGETHER, she asked me to “take out any reference to bear sodomy. Ick.” I love that.
But she tripped me up this time with a comment where she told me it was a bit of a cheat to have Coney tracking a guy because they put a chip in his head. I scratched my head for a bit. I put a chip in Vic’s head? When did I do that? Why did I do that? And is there one in my head? If so, why isn’t the #$*!ker telling me where the hell my car keys are???
A careful re-reading of the ms proved that I did, in fact do this, even though I had no recollection of doing it. Doesn’t that sound a bit pitiful? Is it possible I suffer from short-term memory loss and am easily distracted?
HEY! Is that a Ho-Ho right here in the living room??? WOO-HOO!
Where was I? Oh yeah. My tertiary, double-secret probation dementia.
Now back to work. I’ve got a chip to remove and replace with…with…well, something else.
To the salt mines!
The Assassin