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I finished the edits of DANSE MACABRE. Yea! Trinity declared our Christmas tree the most beautiful tree ever. I couldn’t see it, but this afternoon as I walked past the room, I thought, “You know, it is a pretty tree.” I guess I’m feeling a little less blue. I’ve decided to stop whining about my grief over my grandmother. I’m tired of hearing it, so that probably means so is everyone else. At least I’ll stop whining here on the blog. Jon and the people I work with, well, they’ll get some of it at odd moments. I can’t help it. Here I can rewrite, edit, just decide no that’s too personal. When you’re in the middle of a conversation, it’s harder to check yourself. I haven’t shared a lot of this with friends, how much it’s all bothering me . . . Shit, there I go again. It is hard sometimes not to get overly personal on the blog. It begins to feel like a diary, and more private than it actually is. But it’s not private. It’s like the opposite of private. I’m not sure I like the opposite of private.
Business, if I just concentrate on business. The edits are done, and the ball is now being served back to my editor. The next round will be copy edits, and Jon will finally get a look at the whole book. We’ve found that one pair of fresh eyes is important for copy edits, because otherwise you’ve seen the same pages so many times they feel stale, and it’s hard to see them clearly. Of course, I’ve read and discussed some parts of the book with him so it almost seems like he’s read it. But I find it impossible to live and be in a relationship and not share my work. It is too much a part of who I am and what I think. Jon got me a girl’s t-shirt from CITY OF HEROES. The computer game. He also got me a shirt from CITY OF VILLAINS. I opened up my drawer and there they both were on top. I sat there and thought, hero or villain? Today I needed to be a hero, because I’m not feeling particularly brave. Not that you can’t be brave and be a villain, but it does lower your odds. No, I don’t play the computer game, but Jon does.