I finished the family recipe project yesterday and am waiting for a final review by SK (because if I’ve learned anything as a lifelong writer it’s that a person’s eyeballs will completely ignore their own stupid grammatical and spelling mistakes in a manuscript). Thankfully, he’s MUCH better at Word and PDF formatting than I am, so he saved me yesterday when I was ready to throw my laptop out the window because of a (admittedly minor) issue. It’s probably a personal failing that those sorts of frustrations instantly wind me up, but here we are.
I DID learn a lot about how the formatting works for self-publishing, which will be useful soon. Much of the writing process is wholly unsexy: formatting is one of the granny panty aspects of publishing. Necessary, but not fun at all.
I have a self-imposed deadline for the cancer book looming. So, today I’m committing murder all over the cancer manuscript: ruthlessly slicing out gobs of words that make no sense, aren’t needed, or were written more as therapy to work out my issues in text rather than providing any useful information. It’s not quite as fun as embracing my Evil Queen cackle and murdering someone in the novel, but it’s still pretty satisfying.
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