Time Flies

First of all, huge congratulations to the Whitney finalists!

Second of all, today is another mini-blog. So sorry. I promise I'll actually write a real blog one of these days. But I've been up to my eyeballs in Whitney stuff, and when we finished that, it was full speed ahead on my audio abridgment, which is due tomorrow. Word count curently stands at 56, 471. The audio department wants 54K. I'm hoping they'll take 55K, if delivered with a pleading look and an air of desperation. My family suggests cutting out extra words by hacking off the end of the story and making it a cliff hanger--"If you want to find out what happens, you'll have to READ THE BOOK!" Jeff Savage would no doubt take this route.

Actually, I'm pretty pleased with the abridgment so far--as pleased as a writer can ever be with a process that involves slicing, dicing, hacking, and squeezing the heck out of a novel. I think the story even makes sense, though I could be wrong. I'm going back through it now and I'm worried that I cut too much of the explanation on the Elvis cloning incident. Without adequate backstory, it really doesn't make sense that Martha Stewart would be so involved.

In other news, here's a picture of a writer's clock that my husband gave me for Christmas. He took a regular clock and created his own background for it. Though you can't see it in the picture, the background consists of tons of quotes about writing. I love it.