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! 🙂
Tried, but didn’t quite make it back here in January. Been awful poorly. Caught a chest infection sometime back in mid-December and although it’s nearly gone now I’m still laid low.
Missed an appointment with my consultant eye surgeon Monday. Too ill to leave the house, never mind spend a day in the hospital. So back down the surgery list I go.
That’s it. See you when I can sit up and type more.
Sky Train is up near 30k and I’m pleased with last week’s work. I spent four long evenings on a single chapter, which is a new POV character’s introduction in the form of a sort of flashback.
He wants to be an MC’s love interest, and to overcome her mistrust of strangers he tells her his secret story. He’s the leader of a Quaker-like travelling religious group now, but in the war he was a sniper. And his secret is a big one. He’s trusting her with his life.
So I was researching sniper tactics and counter-tactics, and writing an op, and it was a slow process, and that felt perfect because everything about his old job is slow and ultra-cautious.
Thursday night I didn’t sleep. Trapped nerve pain was too sharp. I wrote, edited, and polished right the way through until 7 Friday morning, until the chapter was done and I was more pleased with it than I’d expected to be back there in the middle of that painful night.
Then I crashed. ME doesn’t let you pull all-nighters without punishment. I’ve been washed out like a pebble beach all weekend and haven’t even thought of writing anything. Slept a lot, showered when I woke up, ate a bit now and then, but mostly just slept. No panic though. I know where the story’s going, and once I’m through this fog I’ll dive back in.