It’s warm outside, the sun is out, work has slowed down a bit, and my novel is back from proofing. All is good in Cassieville.
Her Demonic Majesty came back yesterday afternoon, and the woman who proofed it had a few comments that we discussed online. I was a little worried, mind you, because I thought a slam was coming, but she set me to ease, and went into her topics.
First, she loved the story. That was the one that surprised me the most, because this novel was way outside what she normally reads, and for her to tell me it was a “page turner”, that left me in a good mood.
Second, she asked me if I knew I’d left the novel open for more stories. I told her, yes, I knew, and I’d already thought of other stories. She told me that she wanted to know more about the characters, in particular Jeannette, and I let her know that there may be more to come.
Third, she didn’t like the first chapter. She thought it was slow and plodding, and there was too much exposition. She suggested I cut it by half, and get readers into the action as quickly as possible.
And I agreed with her . . .
The first chapter of Her Demonic Majesty has always bothered me because I felt I was taking too much time getting to, as my friend told me, the action. But I didn’t want to mess around with it, because then I’m getting into the area of second guessing, and you can ruin yourself with that stuff. She told me what I needed to hear, and it didn’t upset me in the least.
Oh, and she said she now understood the title of the book, and it was a good thing I didn’t change it. I knew you’d see it my way eventually . . .
With all that behind me, I made all the corrections she noted, and started rewriting chapter one: just created another text card in Scrivener that was a duplicate of the first chapter, then added another fresh card to it, and began cutting and pasting what I wanted to keep, and adding what I needed to say to make it sensible.
By tonight I should have the chapter together, and I can begin editing it into shape. By tomorrow–maybe I’ll have it ready.
By this weekend I’ll have a novel that’s ready to publish.
This is how it should feel, that you have something worthwhile, and it looks good, it’s got great covers, it isn’t full of typos: it’s what a novel should be. Now I need to get the table of contents ready, do my dedication page–there will be one–and decide if I want to upload it over Memorial Day weekend, or wait until the first weekend in June?
Once I have that, I can start thinking about my other ideas–like my erotic camping in the cabin story, or the idea I’ve been considering about a couple of older characters, moving them to a new world where they can learn to be all they can be–in a magical and super sort of sense, that is. I’ve already figured out where their center of higher education will be located, and I’ve taken Annie and Kerry and moved them from the mountain of Maine to the islands of Massachusetts–no, really, you have to wait and see, because I’ve got it down so nicely.
I’m in a great mood–
Which is why I’m waiting until tomorrow to school someone . . .