Nice to wake up to the rain pattering on the roof this morning.Been a while since we had a rainy weekend. Regardless, Ted and I will spend a bit of time this weekend scouting some locations for the manuscript that I'm working on - I need to find a park or wooded area in Kingston for my latest body find. The story is set this time of year too, so I'll take lots of photos to keep the mood during the long winter days when I'm trying to conjure up autumn.
I received Pam's (my Grass Roots Publishing editor) edits for A Model Death (4th Anna Sweet mystery) and spent last weekend going through them. She has such a good eye and sure knows how to tighten up a story, especially since these have to be written for adult learners. I'm always delighted to have my adult content encouraged - by this I mean, I can have my characters drinking Scotch, commiting adultery and murder - no problem. I was asked when I started the series to include humour geared toward the adult audience, so these books might be written in a simpler language, but I am not writing down to anybody. I love that.
Anyhow, I returned the manuscript with my initial rewrites and comments and it has bounced back for me to tackle the remaining issues. I started going through the first chapters last night, but my work week was busy and I started curling two nights a week and exhaustion took over by eight o'clock. I have to say that I envy those authors who can get up in the morning and spend six hours a day writing when they are fresh and newly caffeinated. I have to wait for my second wind and often find myself at the keyboard at nine at night - later on weekends.
So, almost through the first week of October. Ted and I are married thirty-one years on Wednesday. After all these years together, there's still nobody else I'd rather troop around autumn woods with looking for a place to dump a body. I guess they call this undying love ....