The editing meter hasn't changed since Saturday. With the Hunter Campaign and Weekend Heroes yesterday, I didn't have time to do any more writing. But I did have a reassuring talk with my editor, who told me that we can and will do the book the way I want it. I love this man very much; he's passionate about his work and my work and the work of the other writers and illustrators at Ardor House. He's been thinking about it a lot, about the market, and marketing, I made him think he said. So my book will be a fantasy paperback, without illustrations, save the cover. There you have it. My book. Just my story, my words.
I'm looking forward to his editing comments, to finishing the manuscript and starting conceptual work on book 2 about Sol and the fall of the Tress empire. I feel motivated.
At the office... not the same story. The training has got me thinking about my role at the office and what I could do to change things there. And then my thoughts naturally stray to the things I can't change. Like our manager, mr. Goodnews I'll call him. With the yearly talks and the potential bonuses linked to that, there are some very unhappy faces, not to mention ugly rumours and complaining. Not an environment that makes me perky. I suddenly remember why I never talk much to the colleagues...
So what's on the menu this week? A night alone, with a brief visit to Casus Belli's favourite historian. Legend of the Five Rings on Tuesday night and nothing else. Plenty of time to write. Maybe some shopping because I need shoes.
I'm relieved. And a little bothered by my colleagues. Let's get cracking.