Gonna need some new aircon.
My trusty old LG Art Series airconditioner, installed when we renovated the house (and built my office) about twenty years ago… is no more.
My trusty old LG Art Series airconditioner, installed when we renovated the house (and built my office) about twenty years ago… is no more.
This week I've been plotting out not just World War 3.3 but the rest of the series out to 3.8. I got so tired of waiting around for the publishers to get the next edit of The Forever Dead back to me that I just started working on what it would take to do this series properly. I think I can get it done in eight books of about a hundred thousand words each. I've plotted out the overarching narrative and it seems to touch down in 3.8, so I guess we'll see.
I cannot imagine what it took to do this. Some really surprising local appearances, too. Meanwhile I balk at recording a simple piece to camera.
I realised about halfway through World War 3.2 that I couldn’t finish the story in 3.3. I didn’t even have space in this most recent book to check in on Lonesome Jones. He just gets a few call-outs by other characters. And even though there is a whole ‘nother war in the Pacific and North Asia, we didnt see any of that either. (At least Jones got to kick some ass in 3.1).
So, yeah, I had to accept there would be a lot more AoT coming.
I'm still deep in the seventh level of proofreading hell on WW 3.2, doing my last pass while I wait for Chris Pepper to send me his nitpicks.
I just spent a couple of minutes staring at this passage of text, trying to figure out what was wrong with it.
I finally stopped nitpicking the World War 3.2 manuscript long enough to send a proof copy to my rock-steady crew at Patreon. If that includes you, check your email for the freebie.
Gah.
Just when I thought I was finished, I found a COMPLETELY FUCKING UNEDITED CHAPTER FUCK YOU VERY MUCH LAVRENTY BERIA.
FUCK.
How did I even miss this? I labelled the fucking thing.