Okay– I’ve been editing, so I admit, I don’t have much to chat about. Or, I do, but a lot of it is behind the scenes.
And it’s weird, how much your behind the scenes stuff can just mertilize your regular day, you know?
Some of my former professional legal bullshit has resurfaced, and I thought I was okay with it. I was better than okay–I was self-actualized and righteously pissed off! It was awesome, I was the heroine in the book of me, and I was going to kick some ass!
And I honestly believed that was how it was going to be, right? I was going to be that awesome.
And then the stupidest thing happened. I had a bad weigh in at Weight Watchers. I won’t go into details, but I’d been SO. GOOD. Better than good. I’d been a MODEL points tracking, activity pointing, Weight Watcher’s machine, and by golly, I was going to walk in there and make the scale my BITCH!
And I walked in there and… well, my gym scale said I lost three pounds. The scale that mattered says I lost bupkiss.
I cried through the entire meeting, surprised, because it had been a while since I’d been that helpless about anything.
And then I cried through my entire day.
No wonder I write about men. My entire emotional process is one long masculine path of utter denial.
Heroine in my own novel, my STILL-fat white ass!
I was devastated– this bullshit had started again and I was committed to see it through to the bitter end.
Except I’ve moved beyond it, you know?
Well, apparently the wheels of justice to not acknowledge my emotional need for closure. *sigh* Fuck them. I might have to be out of town when they roll by, so go me!
So, between that, my shitty kitchen table (I did commit to cleaning it–I also committed to getting more sleep–which I shall attempt to do shortly!) the freakishly cold weather, and a little dog who thinks it’s hysterical to eat the kitty roca and then come yawn in my face, I’d say the cover squeeeee! was a very necessary joy.
Colby and Terrell look very hot and very hawt, and maybe if I look at the cover enough, some of that photographic sun will seep through my bones.
Oh– and I have to add this, because it’s a classic example of me vs. CMoS. You all see that little hyphen on the cover, between “Bolt” and “Hole”? Well, that originally wasn’t on there. In fact, Paul Richmond had already jazzed up the Dan Skinner picture with some blond hair for Colby and some photo manipulation for a few other details (like a sailboat that had no place in the plot, as well as the titles which we damned near nit-picked to death, and we had a product we REALLY liked.
And then the product came back from editing, and it was pointed out that “bolt-hole” had to have a hyphen in it. It was the CMoS LAW!
I had no idea I was breaking the law of CMoS– I hope they don’t hold my past sins against me, or I’m in a helluva lot of trouble!
And when all is said and done? I posted it on FB, and half the responders assumed the title was “Butt-hole” anyway.
OI! Funny only because I SWEARTADOG, that title has no dirty implications whatsoever! (Bolt-Hole, not Butt-Hole, because the second one really IS dirty.)
Annnnddd I’m rambling. Time to tak my little dog and my cover squee, and my stupid insecurities, and go to bed. Night everybody!
