In case you’re wondering, I’m almost halfway through editing The Sleeping and the Dead. No, I’m not getting so caught up in the story that I forget to correct the occasional punctuation glitch, and I’m trying to keep the jokes in the margins to a minimum. (When I caught myself typing Hexapodia: it explains everything, in response to something in yesterday’s last chapter, I knew it was time to back away from the manuscript and take a break for the rest of the evening. Before that, in the same paragraph, was a sentence, Then the real horror began. I immediately thought of the ...And then the murders began meme. Some back corner of my brain is still testing opening sentences from various novels I’ve read to see if any of them are suitable…)
Don’t blame the editor’s sense of humor on the manuscript. In general, my brain has been doing a lot of weird “story splicing” lately. Example: “Candy Mountain, Corey!” (Unicorns. Kidneys. Please don’t make me explain all of it… but here’s a link to one of the pieces of that “splice.” Relevant bit is very close to the end of the short video.) Paul thought it was funny — and wrong — when I told him, anyway.
There’s a bit of dark stuff in this manuscript, though. (*wonders if that last sentence is too much understatement*) And humor, too, because life is like that. Some of the humorous bits are funny partly because of dramatic irony… or whatever you’d call it when the “dramatic irony” is all on the outside. (Paul has thrown in a red herring or four into this story; some of them amuse me greatly.) And maybe a few of the dark parts are darker because I know what real events inspired them. Or what fictional events they echo or foreshadow.
(*mutters something that probably shouldn’t ever be repeated aloud about the drawbacks of being a precog*)
That reminds me… Here’s something Grace saw online — on Pinterest, most likely — and saved to the computer for me to find:
‘Nother reason not to drink coffee with cinnamon in it anytime soon, yeah? (*grumbles about technological “upgrades” that we never asked for*) I would definitely wear a patch like that on an old leather jacket, though. The only question would be which t-shirt to wear under the jacket: my Eddi and the Fey concert shirt, or the one my brother bought for me when he went to Meteor Crater several years ago? (*mutters something about landscape paintings*)
Anyway. Break time will be over in a few more minutes, and then I’ll get back to editing. (I didn’t want to take a break; I just knew I should anyway.) Will keep our myriad adoring fans (and those who will be fans, once they read any of Paul’s novels) updated on progress… and will try not to make too many jokes, or to say anything that could be a spoiler.
And don’t expect any “glitch” posts until the book’s done.