Isn’t it so very very nice, LOL

My cover is up on the Samhain Coming Soon page. *grin*

Isn’t it so very nice???

And thanks to everyone who wished me well yesterday. I go so over excited I had a headache from 4 o’clock until the wee hours of this morning, LOL

I did manage to go over a few pages of The Bone Magician’s Daughter. I think the problem I was having was reading the first chapter. I knew that so intimately that it was difficult to read with any depth or patience. But I started to enjoy Chapter 2 and I’m somewhere in Chapter 5 now. Fen, my h, is in a very precarious predicament, LOL

Anyway, off to sort html so my cover can live here too.

Oh, and not thinking about tonight… and the Amber Quill results.
See. Not thought about them. At all…

OMG!!!

Berkley requested the full for Bone Magician!!!

I’m still shaking, LOL

Just as I lose one cover off the bottom of this page, another pops up to replace it *grin*

I’m just waiting for the all clear on posting it. It’s very nice

…that I invested in a copy of The Writer’s Handbook 2006… something that always seems wrong to do. I think because it is only current for one year. And that is so not right in a book, LOL.

Hunting through it in the shop, pre-buying, I hope I’ve found a possible publisher for The Bone Magician’s Daughter. So I need to enter the edit cave and get that out asap.

I hate caves *sigh*

…and watched the new Pride and Prejudice film.

I wanted to be objective, I wanted to find something I liked about the new interpretation. I did. Honest.

But Matthew MacFadyen has a face like a potato and the charisma of Colin Firth post P&P. He was a plank. Were there supposed to be brooding depths to him? Or am I getting him confused with the plank again? Oh and don’t get me started on the treatment of Mr Bingley. He had no charm at all. And they cut Mr Hurst, Bingley’s brother-in-law. He’s the highlight of the BBC version *grin*

And I know it can’t compete with the… is it 10 hours?… BBC version. But it chopped and changed and for some reason felt more like a Bronte novel than an Austen. All filtered skies and Keira Knightly doing a Catherine Earnshaw on a large outcrop of rock.

Mostly what annoyed me was the sound quality. I had no idea what they were saying for most of the ball scenes. The first one… I missed nearly all of the dialogue.

Was there anything I liked…? Jane’s acceptance of Mr Bingley. And of course the height of that man’s hair!

I’ve been scouting about, hunting for promo gifts that I could give away as prizes.

The above was the best buy of the day, LOL

And my cover has probably dropped off the bottom of the screen now. Ah well… I’ll just have to replace it with something else. Hopefully very soon *grin*

Just read on the Romance Divas site that the list is ready at Amber Quill. The chosen few are there… but they’re not spilling anything until midnight on 1 March. Which is 6am here.

The more I read around what I should have written, the less I feel I will be one of the chosen few *sigh*. Nor even the ones who are going to get an offer to revise and submit. I don’t think the story is hot enough. According to some, even the weather has to have an erotic twist to it.

I sooo haven’t got erotic weather LOL

Ah well. I think the story stands on its own, so I should be able to punt it *grin*

So… No writing today either. We went to the seaside. In Britain. In February.

And yes, we should be tested for mental competence. As we were heading back to the car, it started to snow. I haven’t been so cold in a long time. But the hobbits had fun dashing about and causing the usual mayhem.

But there’s nothing quite so grim as an English seaside town in the winter.

With the biting cold and all that lovely sea air, The Ent and I crashed as soon as we got in. He’s only just coming around now.

I still have the mother of all headaches so I’m off in search of tablets.

…can I get into writing today? To paraphrase Drat That Fat Cat:

No, I cannot!

I had a Road to Damascus moment on the bus a few weeks ago. As you do.
I realised that time is moving on and if I want to achieve tonnes of novels, novellas and short stories in print and pixel I have to get off my behind and write them.

Not a very huge light bulb moment, I agree but it was the realisation of how short a time I have to do it before I’m old and decrepid… Anyone thinking that I am already had better stop that thought… Right. There. Right. Now. *glaring – hard*

I did do something that advances my world domination of the Word this afternoon. I found an agent who could be the right one for me. I’ll send him a query letter in March, after I’ve found out about Amber Quill. I also found another who has representative in the UK. And there are three others on my list. So a total of five. It’s a start *grin*

So… right at this minute I have to clear up the devastation of a day inside with the Hobbits and then force myself to continue with my plans for World Domination… *bwhahahaha*

No writing again today.

Yesterday I did have an excuse – tramping around with Frodo and Samwise and then Ancient Warfare in the afternoon. No interesting nude male facts, which is a shame 😉

But today, after Frodo’s physiotherapy this morning, I have been in a permanent state of veg.
And I can hardly stay awake. I think it’s lie on the couch and let the hobbits watch Peppa Pig.

I really don’t see the attraction with that one!