I've never flung a story so hard at my editor as I have my latest, For The Last Time. It needed to go, I'd held onto it for too long. Poor Queen Barb. I don't envy having to edit 102,000 words of my depressing words. Now that it is out of my "lemme tweak just one more thing/ lemme just change one more name/ lemme throw some sex at this here" hands, I can move on.
For The Last Time was an epic bit of therapy for me. You'll understand when you read it. If you read it. I don't know if it will be your thing at all. It's dark. I mean for me, it's dark. I can't imagine writing anything where the characters aren't living through their pain with humour. How does anyone else survive, if not to mock and take the proverbial?
I'd given myself until the end of March to complete and I thought I'd have the mental freedom to go onto my fluffier tales for a bit of relief. And yet, I am tethered to this story, even more so now that I've got to go over it again for edits with all my errors in tracked changes. It means I'm effectively retraumatising myself with each page. Such fun!
For those concerned, there will be a trigger warning in the blurb to prevent any blindsiding. Although, I actually put a demon in the title of a book and someone was still shocked that a demon was in said book. I don't know how effective the TW will be then if that's the case...
With that, pray for me. It's going to be a loooong week!
