August was a tough month in the Never-verse thanks to the on-going kitchen calamity. And the fault, dear readers, was not in my stars, but in myself. I learned some tough lessons, like you can actually work your fingers to the bone. Well, the skin off them at least. I had no idea the middle finger was such an important digit. I use it for way more than miming my opinion on the road, and having to type with it all bandaged up after a horrific grouting incident was the worst.
Pro tip of the month: Wear gloves. Seriously. Those and safety glasses aren’t just for pansies. PPE is for everyone, even the cool kids. Especially the cool kids. Bandages are lame.
Aside from the implied discomfort of sanding one’s fingertips off, the inability to access any electronic device that required a fingerprint put one hell of a dent in my productivity. August was further complicated by daily swim lessons with the ravens. Yep. Pretty much killed any flow I might’ve had, even typing with mittens, and though I do appreciate having a load-bearing floor, no countertops is wearing thin. My big win is the refrigerator is no longer camped out in the middle of the room.
And despite looking like I’d been juggling nuclear waste, I’ve had edits coming out of my ears. That’s what’s really been putting the arghh in August. In case you’re unaware, every book you’ve ever read has been read, and re-read, by the author about sixty-bajillion times before it makes its way into your hot little hands.
Even then, there will still be typos and missing freaking commas, not just because those tricky little sickles suck. Let’s just say that at the end of those sixty-bajillion times, things get a bit blurry. I mean, maybe that’s from all the alcohol necessary to get through it, but it’s still a thing, and waffling between this is crap, and/or genius, doesn’t help. It’s also why editors exist, and make serious bank.
That said, I’ve just sent off the third installment of my Price of Talent series to my editor, along with a freebee short story for the Dae Dairies, One Night in Bliss.
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Not gonna lie, I’m pretty excited about it. One Night in Bliss will be the first piece I’ve published, which is totally nerve wracking and frickin’ awesome, all rolled into one, with an antacid on top.
Until next month… gloves, people. Gloves.
