I’ve read ten books.
I’ve bought thirteen.
I’ve been to the library…five times? I usually go about once a week, but I know one week I had to go twice because I had a request come in the day after I’d already been there.
I’ve finished the first full revision of my novel, where I axed three chapters entirely but added four more new ones, and started the copy-edit. (The July 21st spike is from importing all the remaining chapters to Quoll Writer on the same day–the first few days I was doing them individually as I needed them.) The revised manuscript started at 100,258 words; with six chapters to go, I’m down to 98,822. Part of me feels like cutting over 1,000 words is a lot, since I’m mostly taking them out one “that” at a time…but it’s just over 1% of my original word count, which makes it feel like I’m hardly cutting anything.
It feels good, though. Look at that smooth line coming creeping down…yeah, I’m a graph nerd too. Graphs satisfy my scientist-brain.
In the social media arena, I’ve joined Goodreads and just yesterday, Twitter as well. I’m a total Twitter noob, but I feel like tweeting is a skill I can learn. And just about every advice I’ve seen for authors on social media praises Twitter to the high heavens. So I will learn.
So, despite the withering heat outside that makes me want to live inside my refrigerator, I am getting things done. Next month I’ll have the copy-edit finished and sent the draft back to my beta readers (I could use a few more, anyone interested?); and while they chew on it, I plan to start digging more into the guts of the self-publishing world. I’ve done some research–enough to know ISBNs aren’t cheap and it might take me a while to get a book cover I like–but there’s so much more to learn, I didn’t want to overwhelm myself with everything I didn’t know. If there’s no book worth publishing, then I don’t need to know how to publish it, right?