…and it’s 20,000 words longer than it used to be. I can’t figure where that happened—but hey, maybe it’s a difference in word-counters. Or maybe the revisions are that thorough. The old tag at the top said 100,000 words. The new count is 120,000.

Now I just have to get it into pdf, then another conversion to html, then do a cover, then assemble it and convert to .prc, then get it assembled in Calibre, for .epub and some 9 other formats. While straightening out all the weird artifacts that happen at each conversion.

I’ll do that during the hours that most people spend going out, living life, etc. Meanwhile I now have to make up lost time on the new Foreigner book, the state tax people have e-mailed me with a problem of some undefined sort, corporate taxes are due, a bookstore wants me to sign their stock, which they are mailing to me, the rink is down for repairs, the fish tank needs attention, I have to bake bread or we have no breakfast tomorrow, I have to write the next scene in Seeking North, and the Anderson anthology wants a little afterword for my short story and the Lawyers in Hell thing has no end of questions which I think I’m just going to leave to their ingenuity—I’m up to my ears. I’d just like to go back to bed and lie still a while, but that’s not happening.

And Jane’s computer has just blown up with all the artwork for CC, all her manuscripts, conversions, etc, so she is backing up, hoping the backup works, and out taking vengeance on dandelions trying to establish in our rock garden while I babysit the Demon Kitten and try to assure he doesn’t pounce on Ysabel’s tail.

Those dandelions, are, believe me, toast.