Wednesday, September 01, 2010
How's a gal supposed to work?
So I clear off my desk ready to work on revisions to HIGHLAND HEIRESS, go to make a tea, come back and this is what I find. Clearly, our cat, The Count (as in, of Monte Cristo) doesn't want me to work. Since I'm bigger than The Count, I moved him off the desk.
Only to come back later and find....
The look says it all, doesn't it?
Alas, he must move again, because the work must be done. Of course, it would easier for us all if I simply went to the pages listed by my editor and addressed her note about something on that page.
But no. I start from the beginning, because some changes that sound simple aren't, and there are always typos to be found and prose to be rendered more smooth or precise.
Which is why it took me over two hours to go through 14 pages yesterday, cats on manuscript notwithstanding.