No…you really don’t want to know what that means. I’m prepping for my disgusting medical procedure…no food for a day and a half, clear liquids only (fortunately this counts chicken broth, Sprite and Gatorade that’s not red, pink, orange, or purple) and…well, let’s just say I’ve prepped my throne room with lots of reading material and the i-Pod…
And I may not finish this post before I have to run away to said throne.
There’s got to be an easier way.
On the good news front, we had company yesterday for the 4th–and I’m thrilled to say, they did not run away screaming when they saw the house. Of course, I spent most of yesterday screaming at kids and trying to clean the place so that this could happen–yeeha, success…and I managed to guilt Mate into clean up, since his big contribution (besides the all important grilling) was taking the big kids to see Transformers (yeah, it was a sacrifice, but someone who didn’t know how to make the potato salad had to do it).
And,on the writing front, BITTERMOON is at the 535 page mark–I’m thinking another 300 pages, and I could just about wrap that baby up. So, I’m going to end this (short-it’s gonna have to be short…I can feel it in my, uhm, innards) short post by asking a general question–
Would you rather buy two fairly expensive books that are both the same story or one big honkin’ doorstop at a REALLY prohibitive price?
I’m asking because if BITTERMOON ends up at 900 pages, it’s going to cost, like $35, and the result will be, NO ONE who has never heard of me will even think of buying it. So, everyone out there w/an opinion, speak up, either here or at amylaneATgreenshillDOTcom, and let me know…I’m all for a ginormous doorstop, but, you know, sales would be nice. Gotta go…(and go and go and go…Go-lightly my chafed and miserable ass.)
BTW? I’m STARVING.
