It’s been a crazy week for me (again). We had a guest staying with us again, and as such, my writing was cut down to about three of four days this past week. I got a fair amount done, which I will talk about below, but it was less than I’d usually chew through. Oh! Also, my plague seems to be finally getting better and the condo seems to have stopped breaking (we fixed all the broken things and nothing new has fallen apart). Give me a week or so and I might actually be back on something like a normal schedule. It’s crazy, I know, but it might just happen.
Writing and editing—I’ve done both these past few days. I spent the earlier part of the week back in my Shadowmen book. I remembered that I had done some sketching of maps and ideas in my journal a little while ago. I had reordered a few of the events in the book, for the better, I think. I’m not sure if it was all super crucial stuff, but sometimes I have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind about the things I write. They tend to come out cleaner if I listen to that voice and make some tweaks. It’s also easier to do all this sort of thing early in the writing process rather than at the end. Making sure that things connect when you move them around (without looking as if you moved them) can be a serious pain; it never feels quite as organic.
Edits have been going like edits do. I’m still running through the different copies of the story that people have sent me and putting in the changes that I think really need to be made. I’ve also been puttering away at the changes that no one else mentioned, mostly word choice. My own changes take a bit longer to work at (I’m pulling ideas from the void rather than off of suggestions), but they’re coming along at their own pace. Everything is moving forward, slowly as usual, but forward nonetheless.