Anyway, it's more or less done. It's just polishing from this point on, since I think I finally have the story where I want it. The original was okay, but Bastian ended up looking like a complete and utter dickhead for the last fifteen chapters or so, and while he does still do some things that make me (as a reader) want to deck him, he retains more reader sympathy than he did before. Mission accomplished. Time for some prose tweakery, then With The Band will join my other finished books in the "querying until hell won't have it" queue.
Next on the writing block? Not sure yet. Probably Between the Lines, though I think I may make some changes to the outline first.
So there you have it. An update.
And, because I bloody well feel like it, some mancandy...
Some James "I look shit-hot in a tank top" Marsden...


I approve of the blogtotty.
ReplyDeleteWhoever stole Enrique's shirt deserves a medal and Marsden's cheekbones could slice hot butter.
YAY for Lori!!! :)
ReplyDeleteAlso, yay for Marsden, meh for Iglesias.
Hugs,
Adam