August 18, 2000
Between
So. Last night I got home, finished editing the second draft of the book and emailed it off. (Yay! The editor emailed back today to say she got it, but it's going to be a while before she gets to it -- two more books in highly busy production stages at the moment.) By then it was about 11:00 or so, and I figured I'd write my journal entry. Before I could, I got sick. Icky, I'll-spare-you-the-details sick. Dinner apparently strenuously objected to being dinner. So, obviously, I didn't write.
But, the good news is, the book is done (again). While I was given a due date for a third draft, I'll be surprised if I actually need one. As few changes as we had to make this time, I don't think there'll be more we need to change. But we'll see. The fun part last night was coming up with illustration suggestions for the book itself. I thought it would be really hard, but once I got started, certain scenes from the stories just jumped out at me as good illustration ideas. And honestly, now that some of the excitement has worn off the whole idea of being published, the thing I'm really excited about is seeing the illustrations. Brand and I came up with all these characters -- I can't wait to see how others picture them.
I'm feeling a little at sea today. With the book finished (again), I'm not sure what to work on. I jokingly told my editor that I'd use the time to figure out what I want to write next, but that's only partly true. Looking at the books that the Tribe 8 folks are looking for, I'm not sure I could write any of them. They're looking for adventure sorts of books mostly, and I don't know how well I could write that. I don't know. There are a couple of possibilities, aside from the books I hope to be helping a few other people write.
And then there's non-gaming stuff that I'd like to write. How does one start a novel? I have a feeling starting might be the toughest part. I feel like I'm looking up at the Cliffs of Insanity trying to figure out how to climb them, and hoping I have enough rope. It's a little overwhelming.
One handhold at a time. That's all I need. And I can't look down. Or up.
Posted by Lisa at August 18, 2000 12:59 PM
