Ink, that is. Okay, okay, I actually can’t find my red pen, which I do use out of respect for traditions, but the past few weeks have basically blown any semblance of order and routine straight out of my life. (A perfect example is how late this post is going up…)
The next Los Gatos book is in the middle of being shredded by the First Pass before I let anyone else read it. I’m about a week behind where I wanted to be, but you know? Considering everything this month, I’m okay with that. I still have to email my editor and give her a heads up, but I think I can pull this off without being too horrifyingly late.
This one is focusing on Sebastian, Kai’s brother, Sarah’s boyfriend, and the Village’s helpful handyman extraordinaire. But I find myself having a new sort of problem: I have to find a real balance between over-explaining recent events in Los Gatos and risk irritating folks who have read the first two books, and under explaining those events and thus losing the people who randomly stumbled into the middle of the series.
I have honestly not had this problem before.
Well, now I think about it, I have. But then, the Riverton series got oddly difficult suddenly, and that is the least of my concerns with it. Brian and company are still on hiatus for a bit while I sort through these edits and then the tech process for my last show next month. I also have the next Los Gatos story tickling around in the back of my head, and a few short stories as well. We’ll see how much I can pound out in the next couple of weeks.
Before all that, though: edits.