C.H. Valentino

.... but I'd rather be on top.

 

So, editing continues. Rewrites continue. Of Hollow Men continues to under go the pledgiting.

 

Julian, my punctuation Nazi, god love him, is so kind as to sit over my shoulder and say, "Don't you want a comma there?" Which leaves me so much room to say- "Pft! Of course, I do! Just a typo."

 

But the point is, Julian's gives me a large part of his time and education free of charge. And that is a thousand time more valueable than the morons I normally seem to attract who can't tell a comma from a semi-colon. And then just gotta swing their dicks later.

 

I realized lastnight as my dog was trying to squeeze between me and the lap top that I have been sacrificing a lot of late to get this book finished, and I did it without thinking. Idealy, I would do this every day, sans my nine-five JOB. And in my head I cannot think of a better day than waking up, taking my juice into my office, working over lunch, and emerging for dinner before going back to the book.

 

Anyone else think there would be a more perfect way to spend a day?  

 

Thus, production has redoubled. And all of this is just a huge push to be finished by the end of Feburary so I can plan my vacation for the coming summer's vacation. Status of this book will determine if I :

 

A. Go back to Killer Nashville

B. Go back to L.A

 

But, C? What the hell does Of Hollow Men have to do with L.A or Nashville. Simple, dear reader, this is the goal I have set for myself.  WILL finish Of Hollow Men soon. But, depending on where it goes- i.e if i score an agent- then I get a celebratory trip to L.A. No agent- I go to Killer Nashville to club one over the head....um.... I mean.... pitch.

 

CHV