Wow, this book is long. I mean, it's not really, certainly not in the face of big fat fantasy, but it's the longest book I'd written up to that point (QUEEN'S BASTARD is considerably longer), and even printed double-sided in a space-conserving font it's nearly as large as one of my Walker Paper manuscripts, and slightly larger than the Bombshells were.
Arright. I should make a genuine effort to get through the line edits tonight (only another 150 or so pages @.@) so I can do the copy edits tomorrow. (Typically, these come together in one manuscript, from Harlequin, anyway. For some reason this time they didn't. Possibly if I'd done the line edits three weeks ago when I got them, the copy edits woulda come on the line-edited version, but I didn't, so I've got to do it all at once now.) Then I can type them all up and turn them all in on Friday.
Ooh, I has new freckles! Yay for the sunshine!
miles to Minas Tirith: 39