real life

I'm doing my first edit on Adapting today. I might even convince myself to transfer the entire text into Markup, so that Beloved will have an easier time making it dance for me. The more work I do beforehand, the less time it takes for Beloved to have it ready for any beta readers.

I'm thinking of sending out a new appeal. I can rely on MeMum and a single Friendo, and if I am lucky and can get Beloved to get back to me with more than, "it's okay". I need more than that, though. More eyes make a better draft. A better draft is therefore more polished and better able to catch an agent's eye.

And I need an agent if I want to Make It out there.

I'm obviously not making enough money with self-publishing. Captain Useless was very obviously wrong about self-publishing and the first book in a trilogy making people want to buy the rest of it.

Even my best-selling novel to date, The Amity Incident, sells at a rate of one per week. That's US$2.21 a week. Which I get taxed on before it gets to me. I'm lucky to get $30 every quarter, and that is most definitely not enough to live on.

I need someone to handle the publicity and promote my shit. And help me promote my shit.

So in between chapter edits [I have something like 80 chapters right now. Yikes.] I will be sorting beads, reading tumblr, and otherwise faffing about as usual. I'm pretty sure I can do five chapters before I'll want a break.

But first - breakfast, Instant Story, and all that other self-care nonse.

Eleven years ago, my life was made infinitely more interesting by the arrival of a slightly strange little girl.

Yesterday, she got as much purple and sparkle as we could mutually supply. Sometimes in the same thing.

And she also got to run around like a mad thing at Calamvale district park for a majority of the day. Good news - I can do moderately stable braid crowns by doing additive braids all the way around and then weaving the ends through

I've done my math on the matter and I reckon we should take off for our party at the park long about 9. That gives us enough time to get there, fetch MeMum, and do any other setting up before everyone else gets there.

It's just immediate family. We had no time to invite friends. And it's probably for the best because Chaos gets overstimulated just thinking about parties. Having a host of folks, food, and presents there might make her vibrate