Back Home to Heat
Yes, I made it back home. Crashed. Now I'm up and will take a cool bath, then may go back and sleep some more.
I don't care how nice the bed in hotels, when you sleep on a waterbed nothing is the same.
Yesterday I went to lunch with my Luna editor and Rachel Caine (I knew of her work and got her card and gave her a wallet calendar, she didn't know of mine), and Carol Stephenson. She also didn't know of my work. This is ok, and always be ok. Some people will never read fantasy romance. Period. However, overall, more people seemed to know my work this year than last (or I just hung out with more people who knew me). I handed out a lot of wallet calendars.
The trip was pretty much the longest two hours I've spent on a plane for years. It was cold. I was next to the exit door and wearing my short sleeved Shakespeare shirt and long pants. I don't think the airlines are expending the fuel to keep the cabin warm anymore, like the restaurants here are not keeping places as cool.
Not sure what else I should say. I told my Luna editor that Keepers of the Flame was done and she cheered. I told her it was 698 pages and her head nearly hit the table and she groaned. But by that time I'd already come up with my stock phrase "I contemplate four 12 hour days with wine" -- probably rum in tea.
Anyway, whilst writing this I had a long talk with my mentor who was reading Keepers when I was gone. She thinks the book does fine, the balancing act I did with regard to some of the characters was fine, and that it can be tightened but nothing totally whacked.
She had one large concern that will NOT take much to fix.
That said, the cat is now whining for dinner (and has whined throughout my crashing just to make sure I was here).
I'll have to go down and load up
I don't care how nice the bed in hotels, when you sleep on a waterbed nothing is the same.
Yesterday I went to lunch with my Luna editor and Rachel Caine (I knew of her work and got her card and gave her a wallet calendar, she didn't know of mine), and Carol Stephenson. She also didn't know of my work. This is ok, and always be ok. Some people will never read fantasy romance. Period. However, overall, more people seemed to know my work this year than last (or I just hung out with more people who knew me). I handed out a lot of wallet calendars.
The trip was pretty much the longest two hours I've spent on a plane for years. It was cold. I was next to the exit door and wearing my short sleeved Shakespeare shirt and long pants. I don't think the airlines are expending the fuel to keep the cabin warm anymore, like the restaurants here are not keeping places as cool.
Not sure what else I should say. I told my Luna editor that Keepers of the Flame was done and she cheered. I told her it was 698 pages and her head nearly hit the table and she groaned. But by that time I'd already come up with my stock phrase "I contemplate four 12 hour days with wine" -- probably rum in tea.
Anyway, whilst writing this I had a long talk with my mentor who was reading Keepers when I was gone. She thinks the book does fine, the balancing act I did with regard to some of the characters was fine, and that it can be tightened but nothing totally whacked.
She had one large concern that will NOT take much to fix.
That said, the cat is now whining for dinner (and has whined throughout my crashing just to make sure I was here).
I'll have to go down and load up
posted by FantasyAuthor RobinDOwens | 4:07 PM
4 Comments:
Welcome home, Robin.
talia
Thank you, Talia.
Robin
six...hundred...ninety...eight...pages.
*falls down*
Yes, Catie, I think I hurt my brain. I also think I'd have been under the 600 mark (dunno how much under, maybe WELL under) if I hadn't had to insert some part of the book 2 (or 5) that went away.
So it goes.
Robin
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