“How did he call her a noxious weed and not get a drill bit in the larynx?”
About two minutes ago, I finished handwriting the rough draft of New Book (code named The Duchess and the Enchilada).
There is a LOT of work to be done (starting with typing 332 handwritten pages…), but it is now officially A Tangible Thing rather than a nebulous intention that exists only inside my imagination. Were I so inclined, I could put it in someone’s hands and say, “Look what I made!”
(I am many, many drafts away from such an inclination, but my editor has been forewarned.)
I don’t keep good records of writing milestones, but I feel like I was at a similar point last year with WCAD. So I’m going to go out on a scrawny, rotten limb and predict this one will be published at a similar time, somewhere around November 1.
You can sign up for new-release notification in the event you’d like to be notified when the new release becomes available. (That’s all it’s for. After the “verifying you weren’t signed up against your will” email, you’ll hear from me once a year, tops.)
Now I sense the spectre of my old nemesis, Dreadline, glaring at me like the Eye of Sauron.
Anybody have any superstitious anti-jinx rituals to share in the comments? Asking for a friend.