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Basta. Genug. Enough.

So I’m working on Chapter 17 of Storm Season today and inserted a # to indicate a scene break. I centered the hash mark, as I do, and moved the tab over so that the line wasn’t indented. The entire frigging document then centered and lost its tabs. Swearing under my breath, I had to hit Undo to get the text back to normal. Oddly enough, the hash mark remained centered.

This has been an ongoing problem with Word ever since I passed 65,000 words on this book. Word, which is enough of a resource hog as it is, tends to start horking on large documents — it messes around with the header and footer spacing, tabs, alignment, and formatting. I did have the doc set up so that I could use a format for the hash marks as well as italicized text and chapter headings, but after the third time I lost all that and the doc reverted to its standard format, I gave up.

Now, I know a lot of writers get around this problem by splitting their chapters into separate documents and linking all those together with a master document. That’s fine and dandy, but it’s also has its own pain in the ass elements and frankly, I’ve had problems with the pagination flowing smoothly from one doc to another.

Luckily, there is a solution, and I bless the esteemed Jerry J. Davis for cluing me into it. The brilliant minds over at Literature and Latte make a wonderful word processing app called Scrivener that runs on PC and Mac platforms, and is designed specifically for writers. It allows you to storyboard, store pictures and notes, switch back and forth between a virtual corkboard and your document, and contains all kinds of fiction and non-fiction format templates for everything from a short story to a novel manuscript to a screenplay to an article. It also outputs in a variety of formats, including ebook formats .mobi, .epub and .pdf for people who are self-publishing. I’ve used Scrivener before for my self-publishing, but never got around to using it for a novel.

That ended this afternoon, when I imported Storm Season into a new Scrivener doc. Yes, it took an hour to get everything fixed and set up the way it was supposed to be, but as a result I realized that I’d somehow seriously defaulted on the size of Chapter Three and it had to be expanded, which in itself was massively useful. Writing in Scrivener also seems much easier to me, and Lord knows its easier to learn and work with than Word. You can download a free trial for thirty days — if you like it, the app is $45. If you’re developing a loathing for Word that’s interfering with your writing, go check it out. I truly think you’ll be glad you did.

Storm Season is almost done

Sixteen chapters down, two to go, and then I write the query letter and send it off. And it has been a most educational experience, editing a novel. I’ve finished novels before, mind you, but this is the first time I’ve ever managed to get through editing one and whipping it into submission shape. I may have to pull out those two finished novels and put them through the same process, once blood has returned to my butt and my fingers stop screaming at me.

Things what I learned whilst editing my novel:

  1. After realizing that I’d unconsciously followed the three act format, I learned that somehow much of Act Two wound up in Act Three and had to be transplanted. I then had to rewrite a good 40% of Act Three because what was left was so patchy as to be almost unusable. That being said, my Act Two freaking well rocks — no slow middle third of the novel here, nosiree.
  2. If I have a magical tattoo show up on my MCs in Act One, I kinda have to make it do something useful by Act Three.
  3. Not many M/M/M erotic romances also contain references to Greek gods, genetic engineering, nanotech, and Alan Turing. Go me!
  4. One person commented on my short story “Tied With a Bow” that the menage relationship came together too easily and cleanly. That does not happen here by a long shot, hoo boy. If I can put my boys through the wringer, I do. I’m surprised they don’t hate me by now.
  5. If I sit for too long, my middle back muscles knot up like a bitch. There’s a reason why I own a treadmill, and I really need to use it more often.
  6. I need to find better ways to pull my brain out of fifth gear so that I can get to sleep at night instead of staring at the ceiling thinking, “Wait, did I remember to add that backstory? Is that going to work or is it an infodump? Maybe if I just use more character motivation…”

Soon, my precious. Soooooon…

Note to self whilst editing

Stop describing Bythos’s lips as “plush.” Yes, it’s the ideal term for them, but there are other words to describe a set of full, pale pink, perfectly cupid bow-ed lips on a demigod. Lush, for example. Plump. Sensuous. Suckable. You get the idea.

Also, stop using the same term to describe his ass. I know it’s a surprisingly well-upholstered thing of muscular beauty, but you also know whose ass gets that term applied to it on a regular basis. It just means you’ll wind up unexpectedly meeting him at some point and feel very weird about the whole thing. It’s bad enough that you have to avoid Michael Fassbender and John Barrowman for the rest of your life — don’t add to that list.

Also, more beard love for Aphros. He should be using those lovely bristles on Ian’s inner thighs and other sensitive areas. Use all your tools, Nicola.

I am an editing mofo

The goal was to have Storm Season edited and off by Monday of next week, but Real Life(TM) has intervened as it usually does (my other job ate last Monday, and various stressors kicked in as of Tuesday and made editing…somewhat difficult). As a result, I may not have everything done by the 3rd as planned. For instance, I’m currently expanding and polishing Chapter Three with thirteen more chapters to go, and that number may increase as we go.

So, my revised goal is to have the sucker ready for submission by December 7, come hell or high water, at which point I spend December finishing off Behind the Iron Cross in order to have it ready for submission by the middle of January.

To be honest, 2013 is going to be an insane year for me. Still in the planning stages are five more books in the Olympic Cove series, another historical ER set in Roman-occupied Britain, and a contemporary paranormal romance. And then there’s the alternate history mystery that’s finished and being edited, plus the straight up SF comedy thriller that is finished and desperately needs editing, and THEN I want to do an SF police procedural.

Yes, I’m insane, we already know that, moving along now.

And that’s NaNoWriMo for Nic

Words today: 5,023
NaNoWriMo total: 50,112
Grand total: 62,121

Needless to say, I’m not finished yet — got around 8-10K to go, but I may well be able to punch that all out by Wednesday night, allowing me to eat guilt-free turkey on Thursday.

But man, today was rough in Olympic Cove. Bad, bad shit has happened to my boys, and I must take a break before I start crying and running amok.

So, we’re pretty much midway through the month…

And I wrote 3,033 words today, which gives me 42,051 for NaNoWriMo, and 54,060 words in total. Amusingly, I wrote a Starbucks scene while at Starbucks, which made the setting description a doddle.

Thanks to Tiffany Reisz, the minx, I’ve added a rather ominous subplot in the middle, which 1) will be picked up and utilized further down the series, 2) is causing all kinds of relationship problems for the boys, and 3) means that Storm Season will probably top out around 70K. Also, Bythos is a great big brilliant idiot of a manchild, and Aphros has got to get over his inferiority complex about not being “the smart one.” Ironically, the human who’s still mourning his dead wife is the most emotionally balanced of the three. I love my boys to bits, but man, they’re making me pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.

Secretly, I’m also wondering how many people who read this will also want to read Ian’s SF eco-thriller Greenstrike. That would be very meta.

Day Four: the Beast slogs towards Olympic Cove to be born…

Words today: 4,039
NaNoWriMo total: 13,352
Grand total: 25,272

My brain hurts, and I need two gorgeous redheaded sea gods to rub my neck and make it all better.

BUT. I’ve explained what Bythos and Aphros are doing with their pollution-cleaning coral, why they’re interested in the Gulf of Mexico oil spill, plus I’ve set up the potential for a dramatic face-off later in the story. That’s good for one day.

So, NaNoWriMo

Or as I like to call it, November. Because I’m a masochist with no sense of self-preservation, I’m continuing to work on Behind the Iron Cross whilst plowing into the first Olympic Cove book, now titled Storm Season. NaNoWriMo word count for the last three days:

Beginning word count: 12,009

Day One: 3,036

Day Two: 3,012

Day Three: 3,265

NaNoWriMo Total So Far: 9,313

Total Word Count: 21,322

And that doesn’t include the 2.5K I tacked onto Behind the Iron Cross in that time. I must now put on my artisan hat and fill Etsy orders. Selah.

I Anen’t Dead

Sorry about that, my powder sugar angel puppies, but I had to go to England for a couple of weeks for a wedding. Yes, I know, my life is so hard.

But I’m back, and still plugging away on Behind the Iron Cross, which now stands at 41,792 words and is pretty much heading into the final stretch. Now I’m starting to get into the nitty gritty backgrounds on some of the characters, and frankly I’m putting some of them through hell, which makes me feel a bit guilty (and I’m not even talking about Friedrich getting freaky with Kat and Sam). I’m one of those weird writers who wishes she never had to do anything bad to her characters, that they could live a life of perfect happiness. Unfortunately, perfect happiness is boring to read about, so I have to ovary up and throw the kitchen sink at them once in a while. Usually they find a way out of the issue.

Usually.

Anyhoo, I’m going to be completely insane and use the first book in my Olympic Cove series as my Nano novel (yes, I’ll be working on two books at the same time, plus my side job and getting stuck into the massive amount of gardening and cleaning that needs to be done around this place. Sleep, what means this word sleep?). Stay tuned — it’s going to be interesting.

NSFW Snippet: Behind the Iron Cross

NOTE: if you’re looking for the Evernight Birthday Blog Hop post, it’s here!

Since it’s Tuesday and I’m feeling downright productive, I thought I’d post another snippet from Chapter Two of my novel Behind the Iron Cross (or as I like to call it, “1920’s Berlin, BDSM, and MMF menáges — oh my!”).

The story so far: In 1923, American heiress and secret Domme Katherine “Kat” Tracy and her fiancé/beard Sam Hellman are in Berlin on business and enjoying the city’s decadent nightlife. When they go to the Cupid Club and meet Colonel Friedrich von Bader, a decommissioned German Army officer reluctantly working as a prostitute to support his widowed sister-in-law and ill nephew, the sparks fly…

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