MOTS

Chilly and wet again today. Have I bored you yet?

Running one last pass through GHOST POINT before printing the consolidated manuscript, checking that Wife's revisions haven't left plot holes or redundancies. I'll expect the Nice Editor Lady to exterminate any of the latter if she ever decides to buy the damned thing, but I'd prefer not to leave her much work to do -- no aversion training, thank you.

Anyway, then it's print two copies and mail one off to the Nice Agent Lady, who will read it at some point in the future and decide whether she wants her name and reputation associated with it. I fear, whether that fear is justified or not, because the fifth book may represent the breaking point where a publisher looks at sales records and decides to terminate a "career" with extreme prejudice. Go forth and buy extra copies of SUMMER COUNTRY and WINTER OAK, folks, gifties for all your friends and relations. Pre-order DRAGON'S EYE, get all those sales in on the July royalty statement (which I won't see until October...)

Of such insecurities is the writer's life made.