Where’s Love Lies Bleeding?
Sadly, Love Lies Bleeding is still sitting on my hard drive, in need of another 130 manuscript pages or so of final revisions. It’s been a slow go for a number of reasons, here’s a few of them:
- I’m not quite sure what we’ve had in my house, but it might be the resurgence of the plague. We both got sick right around Christmas and I think I’m still feeling the leftover lethargy from it. I had all sorts of free time that I’d earmarked for revisions and typesetting that were lost in a sea of cold pills and the burning of cities since I was only good for online gaming while sick. (Trust me, you don’t want to pay to read the strange things that would seem acceptable to me when I’m in the cold pill haze.) On a side note, I’m now wondering how I can use Leftover Lethargy as a book title. I like alliteration.
- As some of you may already know, we lost Buddy Bear in May of last year. Genius that I am, I wrote my real life cats into the Undercover series. Normally, there’s just a brief mention of Chloe whining or Buddy flicking his tail in someone’s face. Not this one. I’ve lost track of the number of chapters he’s in, doing much more than flicking his tail. Even nine months later, it’s still a little tough to think about the way he was without getting a little sad. I tend to stop revisions after I finish one of his chapters, so it’s just taking forever right now. (A word to fellow writers: Don’t put your pets or kids or parents or favorite tree or whatever into your writing. This happens.)
- This book is also a little different from the rest. Even when all hell is breaking loose, Jackson Caldwell is still able to keep it all together and do his job. This time though…not so much. Getting in the head of a grieving person to adequately write from their point of view isn’t a light-hearted and quick process – shocker, I know. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be 300+ pages of self-pity that will make you crave antidepressants to continue reading or anything. This is just the first time Jackson has had to cope (on the page) with his entire life falling apart. And since I have to set up base camp in his head to finish the revisions…you see where I’m going. But I’m in the easier section to revise now, if I could just stop running into that damn cat.
- One more point of whining. Having a bad computer setup and playing too many phone games – probably – caused me to lose the curve in my neck. Seems minor, but it causes a lot of problems, so I’ve been seeing a chiropractor way too often to restore the curve. I know what you’re thinking, having this
medieval torture devicecomfortable harness strapped to your head like a vice and then adding heavy weight plates to the front of it should be a blast. Oddly enough, my neck has rebelled after three months of torturetreatment and it wants to cause mind-melting painminor discomfort whenever I move my head. This has turned me from a super-human machine that could sit in from of the computer for 18 hours a day to a mere mortal who needs a nap after four hours. (Or is that the muscle relaxers? It’s so hard to tell.)
So, that’s where Love Lies Bleeding is. It’s on my computer, but it shouldn’t be much longer until it’s on Amazon. When I’ve got a publication date, you’ll be the first to know.
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