...crap. My inker just backed out. I'd said what I was looking for was someone to bring just a little more punch to Ardian's pencils, and what the inker's said is that essentially, he's not having any fun, feels too much like a tracer, and there's too much he'd do differently. I've asked him what he'd do differently, because hey, maybe he could bring something genius to it that I'm not anticipating, but...crap. How frustrating and disappointing. I mean, he's right, it's better to have a team who's having fun on the project, but... :(
Um. Right. Anyway. Media day, and I'll take the manuscript up to Nook tomorrow and work on rewriting the end of the book. These rewrites will address adding some of the more Old Races mythology that my editor wants, which is a two-birds-one-stone sort of win, and if it goes the way Ted and I discussed it, there could be some nice sexy raar there at the end too, so maybe I'll kill three birds with one stone. And then with any luck it'll take one or two more passes on Saturday and it'll be done. I hope.
To conclude this morning, a Breic story:
Yesterday, Breic belted his brother. Breic got sent to his room, and after Seirid was comforted, Deirdre went upstairs to speak harshly to Breic. She was busy enforcing her displeasure and she said, "If you hit your brother again, you're going to be in deep shit!"
At which point Breic burst into laughter and replied, "No, Mama! I'm going to be in deep trouble!"
Of course, Deirdre lost it and started laughing. Somehow the possible grim consequences were diluted.