Especially when you don't think it's Thursday. For some reason I was convinced that yesterday was Tuesday. All day. But pretty much everyone has been saying Thursday, my clock says Thursday, and my computer does too.
I've been revising, that awkward stage of the novel where I go through and insert all the descriptions, check the dates, match with weather with the clothing, and generally make sure that all the continuity is in place. I have to go back and make sure that the description of the furniture in the front sitting room matches those I use in the first book--but aren't copied word for word. I have to make sure the boats are the same. I have to make sure that locations match between the two books, etc.
As such I have books scattered across the kitchen table: Costume books, male and female, a couple of books on Portugal, body-language thesaurus to help me replace gestures used repetitively, maps (plus magnifying glass), a three-ring binder of my research printed off the internet, and a copy of "The Maias" just to keep the 'feel' of the descriptions appropriate.
This mess is gonna be around for a few weeks. Fortunately, my husband is patient.
1 month and 1 day until Book 2 is due to the editors.
This seems strangely surreal, since Book 1 won't even come out for 7 more months. What will seem even weirder is starting on Book 3 in a month and 2 days. It's due January 1. I'll be 6 months into Book 3 before Book 1 even comes out.
I don't think that I ever really grasped how the contract business would make me feel. I'm not worried about making the deadline. I just feel...weird. I'm not sure how to express how I feel about it. I'm going to have to think about this for a while. But not too much since I have a month and a day.
Better get back to Book 2...
Anything Can Happen Thursday....
February 28th, 9:22