So I've realized lately that it is far too easy to get so lost in my imaginary worlds that I forget that there are real people out there who deserve my attention, and who I really want to spend more time with.
That's a big danger in working with fiction--at least for me. On any given day I get so immersed in the characters and locations I've created in my head that before I know it the entire day has gone by and I haven't had a conversation with a real human being at all.
Now, for a middling introvert like myself, that's not necessarily the end of the world, but it does mean I've felt my relationships growing a little stale, which stinks. I'm making a plan to rectify that effective immediately (and yes, I do need a plan). Because even we introverts need time with people.
Revisions on Hotel Between are coming along swimmingly. I know I said this last time, but I respect and enjoy my relationship with my editor so, so much. She's got such a great eye, and so many wonderful observations to make the book the very best it can be.
Some of you have asked why I'm still working on Hotel Between. If I got an agent and an editor and a publishing deal with it, why am I not working on the next book? Well, I am working on the next book (really, I'm working on the next two or three books), but we also want this one to be as amazingly perfect as possible. The perspective I wrote Hotel Between from is just my own. It'll only reach so far on my work alone.
That's where editors and revisions come in. My editor is doing a great job of pointing out potential issues with the manuscript (there will always be issues). As Neil Gaiman reminds us, "a novel can best be defined as a long piece of prose with something wrong with it."
So we'll be working for just a while longer to make Hotel Between as good as we can for everyone. Until then...