Here’s a test:
Q: What’s 13,000 words, 14 parts, a week late, and has not one single mention of Covid?
A: The next chapter in Attack of the Lesbians Activist Squirrels!
It’s not done yet, but it’s done enough that I know it’s going to be posted pretty soon.* I was up half the night tying up loose ends. (The plot that seems so linear in my pointy head is quite a handful when typed into cold unforgiving text!)
I’ll need a few more days to find the eleven million spelling errors and make sure there’s nothing there that will bring about Edna’s ire. (It would not do to upset our beloved Grammarian!)
I know this is a teaser when you really just want to kick back and read installment one of the new chapter… but it’s what I can get done in the time I’ve got. Also, don’t fret, this isn’t the last chapter to the book. I had the desire to go into the weeds and took the reader with me. Why? ‘Cause that’s how I roll!
Stay tuned. I think you’ll like it.
A.C.
P.S. Anyone who has done a complex project knows there’s a moment when they have crested the peak. “The engine isn’t reinstalled in the truck, but now that I’ve rebuilt the turbo-encabulator, I’m sure it’ll run eventually.” It’s a good feeling, but it’s not a “the job is done” situation. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, turn off the Internet and build a boat.