The author was working on short stories. That meant a whole frickin’ bunch of new people were kicking around up here in her head. Some were running around aimlessly, without their stories complete. Hell, one guy’s still running for his life. Anyway, we got damn sick of it: people asking for directions, people asking who the hell they even were, et cetera, et cetera.
So, we did what we had to do. We hijacked her by screaming our story louder than all of them collectively could ever have. And, most importantly, it worked. She’s more than halfway done transcribing our LAC weekend for us. We’re pretty happy with our devious selves, but we also know enough not to let our efforts lessen. She will finish our story first. We will see to it.
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Tomorrow morning, Book 18, L’ Babes, should be released as an ebook in the LAC bookstore. It will be available at other ebook sellers and in paperback next week.
Between Laura’s books and ours, we now have two dozen out there. Pretty damn cool. We will get her moving on the 25th ASAP.
In the meantime, the cover and the blurb…
Maggie and Susan are doing their last hurrah as hostesses before their family grows and responsibilities change. It’ll be a Best of the Best weekend. But since there’s always a ‘but’ with this crew, the best may not simply be the good things. Pack your bags!
She finished the first draft of LAC 18! I took the liberty of swiping its first chapter. I will behave myself for the rest of the year.
“I want you,” I said, my breathy words punctuated by the well-timed screech of my tires as I brought the car to a breakneck halt.
Claudia laughed, a wordless reply capable of breaking a girl’s heart. Okay, under normal circumstances it would have, but this was hardly normal. I had been joking, although given half a chance, I would have taken her right there.
Right there… My eyes scanned. We were parked mid-block in a residential neighborhood not far from our home. So “right there” proved hardly the place for an impromptu love-in. But still, I would have. … Okay, maybe not.
How had I gotten myself into this situation? Fair question.
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The author had every intention of finishing and releasing LAC 18 before Christmas. While some of us believe in Christmas miracles, no supreme being is omnipotent enough to pull this one off. She’s still a few hundred words short of finishing the first draft, which in a writer’s world equates to a few bricks short of a load. It should be easy, but she’s driving herself mad just trying. She’s going to walk away from it for a few days and then have at it. She’s shooting for completion in a brand new year. Oh, and it has a title: L’ Babes. Yes, for the first time in my life, I am a babe.
So, we’re pretty damn close to being there.
If you celebrate: Merry Christmas from the DWD! If you don’t: high-five, just ’cause.
Lookie over yonder! Yep, she crossed the finished line five days early with 50,266. Go, Roz! She’s going to finish this chapter and then get her word-count validated so it says she’s a winner and not just a wiener with a bunch of words.
The book still isn’t finished. It’s still Saturday night, and a good way to tell what we’re up to is to consider the fact that her 50,000th word was “chocolate.” Put “hot” in for the 49,999th, and you can pretty much tell what we’re up to.
Raising our ten cups of hot chocolate with yours…
Here’s to her getting there and her continuing to see us through our weekend.
There’s a week left of NaNoWriMo, and she got less than 5,000 to go. Obviously, she’s ahead, and true to her overachieving self, she’s shooting to hit the magical 50,000 on Monday when the validate-to-win option comes into play.
As for the ever-lovable DWD, we’re still in Saturday evening, and there’s no way our weekend will be wrapped up in 5,000 words. In other non-countable words: Even if she wins Monday, the book will not be complete. We just finished dinner, and I know it’s hard to believe, but there’s a complication, a frickin’ wrench in the works.
We’re moving, though, and it’s pretty amazing that she’s actually keeping up with us this time. Where there’s a will, there’s a word-count.
To 50,000 and beyond!
NaNoWriMo has passed the halfway mark. The author is ahead on the blessed word count, despite all her pissing and moaning that her brain hurts.
Laura just did the “Sutter! Cigarette?” thing, and I could sure use a break.
Life goes on.
Well, we just finished breakfast at Maggie and Susan’s. Now, everyone looks kind of grotesque, and that has nothing to do breakfast.
As you can see from the NaNoWriMo counter over yonder, the author is plugging away. She’s ahead of schedule, even taking into account that she has a standing commitment on Tuesdays that leaves her with none of the brain cells required to write.
Her motivation is flagging, though, I must say. The powers-that-be say that’s normal, but it makes the author as distracted as a toddler. Maybe we could have her write with alphabet blocks or something. We’re doing our best to keep her moving. In fact, we’ve been behaving like little angels. Okay, except for the stuff pertaining to the actual weekend. I mean as the major players in this book writing business, we have remained on task, haven’t taken her on any tangents, haven’t been playing head games with her. Yep, well behaved.
So please send some good thoughts in our direction. She can be very hard to live with. Oh, and if you have any extra Halloween candy lying around…
She’s writing! She’s writing at the speed of, well, a snail. A very speedy snail, though. A snail on roller skates. Make that a skateboard since I don’t think snails have feet. Just a gross snotty sucky thing. Jesus, who veered the conversation to this?
Anyway, yes, she’s writing here on the first day of NaNoWriMo. Most importantly, she’s writing about us! Claudia and I just arrived at Maggie and Susan’s. The smartass cop and Holly arrived mere moments before us. Let the games begin! … Fine, we’ll wait for the others.
Watch that Roz-O-Meter over yonder. It’s going to move by day’s end. This is going to be a looooog month.