At least, I think this is #11?
On Tuesday, my editor asked for the latest copy of Sleight of Spirit. I was essentially caught on page 200 out of 300 all of the sudden, and still with some things to change beyond that! So this has been the week of epic editing. I have gone through and tightened, tugged, and added to 95 pages in two days, and today was spent with the last three pages as well as making sure the file was all in order. Tonight I will make the remaining changes, check my linearity, hit “send to editor” and melt into a little puddle on the floor.
In the mean time, I’m going to give my poor wittle mind a breaksie with Friday Fictioneers! I didn’t meant to ramble at you there. Without further ado…
He hovered like a vulture waiting for the lions to finish.
“We don’t have much time.”
“I know that.”
“We’re going to lose everything if you don’t get going.”
“So you’ve mentioned.”
“Come on, come on…”
“Will you shut up!?” Deep breath, staring contest, faint sniff of disdain. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m only doing this for the money.”
“You won’t get any money if you don’t get going!”
“And neither will you if you don’t let me work.” Arms crossed, stubborn chin.
Defeated. Hands up. “Fine.”
Another moment. A beep. A sigh. “Finished.”
His eyes lit with triumph. “Excellent.”