I have been painting my nails. Not the ones on my hands, some others I happen to have lying around and we won’t go into why I have them or how.
Nor will we discuss why I seem to have the appropriate nail polish and other paraphernalia required to do all this. It would be easier if I had something to stick the nails onto while working on them. I have some fingers in the lab, I think.
This is to be part of the book cover, which will be a photograph of a hand. I think it should be holding a lamb’s heart because I can then have that for my tea after the photoshoot. A kitten’s heart would be cuter but it’s too small and you can’t get them in Tesco. In fact, even asking them what kind of hearts they stock gets a sniffy response.
I’ll make a few photos with different nails on the hand and then put it to a vote.
Meanwhile, the stories are being edited (Roobeedoo is helping) and despite missing the last deadline quite comprehensively, I have set a new deadline of the end of the month. It has to be out in October, in time for Halloween.
I am battling the formatting system in Word, which was designed to drive Ghandi into a state where he climbs a clock tower with a rifle. Once you have the formatting in, changing it is possible but it can randomly decide it doesn’t like your titles and turn them into normal text, spontaneously put a line back to the indentation it had before, suddenly decide to apply full justification so a line with five words spans the entire page… and completely lose something you pasted in five minutes ago.
Oh please give me back WordPerfect and an MS-DOS machine. Or even LocoScript on a PCW. I used to have one, it was great.
Well, you’ll be getting your stories back in the format they’ll appear in the print book soon. Format is largely irrelevant for the eBook because the eBook reader can change it anyway. The print version is the one that has to be right.
As long as you’re happy with the final version, we can then sign contracts and get the money sent out. PayPal is easiest and fastest but I can send a cheque if you’re old school.
I am currently avoiding looking at novels, Christmas stories, poetry or any other projects. I’m far too easily distracted and have to force myself to work on just one thing at a time.
Tomorrow I have to visit the dentist in the morning. Dentist and mornings, my two least favourite things and I’m getting both at once. Tomorrow will start very badly and can’t really get any worse.
Still, it gets me up early and as long as I don’t have a face that looks like I picked a fight with a biker gang afterwards, I can swear some more at Word’s formatting system when I get back.
I’d like to send all the sections out at once but I think I’ll have to start putting them out bit by bit. It’s getting late…