I need help. Can any of you fellow writers help me, please? I have two books to re-release, A Flight of Thieves and Gifted, but I’m too sick to do the jobs they need before I can publish them.
A friend helped by converting the two novels I got back from my former publisher from PDFs to Word docs, and I started fine touch formatting them just before I got too ill to continue that job. All that’s left to do on each of them is to correct two finicky things: (i) paragraph inset at random places where lines have merged; and (ii) remove some random erroneous page breaks.
The other thing is tweaking Georgia Woods’s fabulous steampunk cover for A Flight of Thieves, by adding my logo and blanking out a “Book 1” text (because I’m too sick to write any more of the series so it’s remaining a standalone).
Two friends offered to do these things for me, but life has happened to both of them the way it does.
Sorry. I’m so sick just posting this so far has my mind all hot and confused now. I hope this request makes sense.
Can anyone help me get these books back out there?
EDIT: Lovely Jodie Griffith is helping me with the Word formatting, and lovely Vivian Arend is tweaking my cover! 🙂
I’m loving this weather at the moment. Can only sit outside to enjoy it for half an hour at a time, and not strong enough to do it every day, and contrary to expectations I find that climatic conditions don’t alter my health condition in any way, but the sunshine and lovely birdsong does make me smile.
That’s it, folks. I’m still in the same way I was last time I posted. It’s a long old relapse, this. I’m mostly bedbound, mostly sleeping, mostly hurting too much to bear and so mostly drugged quite heavily.
My wife is reading a splendidly illustrated hardback copy of Mrs Beeton’s Every-Day Cookery, annotated throughout with pencilled menu notes.
On the first blank page inside the front cover, in a different hand of confident cursive blue ink, is this message:
To Bunny, in self defence, John. 1948
Making us smile. 🙂
So sick and tired. Sick and tired x 1,000,000.
In February I got an abscess with fevers. Very sick, and it wouldn’t go away. Lasted weeks. Gone now, finally, but the ME punishment for it is like a house landing on me and pinning me down.
Crawling through day after day, and every once in a while I wonder if I’ll ever have sufficient physical and mental energy to tidy up the (used to be a published pdf, now converted to a slightly distorted Word doc) formatting in A Flight of Thieves ready for re-releasing it.
I was aiming for a springtime release, but it’s spring already I think and I’m still in midwinter. So it will appear when it appears. I hope.
Then I’ll need to do the same thing with Gifted.
It’s like a pair of mountains I want to climb but I’m buried up to my chest in solid soil, vertical, immobile, staring at the heights from the lowland.
I just want to get my books back out there. Such a trivial administrative task, but impossibly huge for me right now.
So, that’s me. Catching up. Caught up. Hurting like some team of bastards keep battering me with baseball bats, hour after hour after hour. Falling back into the black hole now to try and recover from the energy I just used writing this post.