I meant to get to bed early last night once I finished the second draft.
I thought I’d just take a look at another chapter or two of Karen Miller’s MS.
Big Mistake. It’s just as well that she didn’t give me the whole book or I would have been up till three. I read one of the best bits of writing detailing the physical use of magic, ever – had me on the edge of my chair.
I am madly jealous though – how does she manage to get a book to such a polished stage after only a couple of passes? Honestly, compared to her, I am pathetic. I still have typos and rough spots and repetition and stuff that doesn’t make sense and pedantic prose that would bore the fur off a sleeping cat.
I know, I shall blame it on my age. She’s younger than me. Prettier too. Darn it.