I’ve been wearing my publisher’s hat for two weeks now.
Editing, fixing the errors my beta readers find, as well as addressing their comments and questions. Formatting. Covers. (Why does it usually take me three covers to get them right. Or at least acceptable?) Front matter. Back matter.
Ahh! Blurb, forgot the blurb again!
And finally pushing the button.
I have now committed Prequel.
This is the result of my Muse (AKA Subconscious) not letting me write further in the final book until I’d figured out how the Home World got to be such a gawd-awful mess in the first place.
Which, when I finally gave up and tried to figure it out, came out in a story. (Of course! How else?) So I’ve got a whole new set of characters running around my head, a map of the capital city, what got messed up in the minor civil war and all the hostile factions that explains how they could be so ill prepared for the invasion that’s going to hit in two years . . .
Whew! Glad that’s over. Now, about this other book—the first in the spin off series—that I was going to get out in paper? Well, I hadn’t liked the cover, but when it got mentioned on a “horrible covers” site, I decided it was time for a change.
So, keeping that editor’s hat on, back to work . . . and while I’m at it, another run through the manuscript, update the back matter . . .
So here’s the New, Improved cover. And the paper version should be out . . . next week? (Crossing fingers.) If I don’t bork the process . . .
And go see Death on the Nile while it’s still in theaters. That much utter lusciousness deserves the big screen. And, sigh, shows just how much I have to learn about writing mysteries. All those motives . . .