2010 has been all about the edits thus far. I'm steadily working through another revision of Loathesome, Dark, and Deep and just yesterday received the first round of edits on The House Eaters. I'm happy to report no major issues with only a few items which I needed to address.
But yeah. Editing.
Things are pretty tense for our small crew in Loathsome. Halfway up the river, they've lost a boat...and most of their supplies.
“We only have enough food for one more day.” Olson’s white fingers massaged his forehead. “One day, Barlow. Everything else is at the bottom of the river—”
“Because you dropped the wheel, you son-of-a-bitch.” Silas clenched his fist around the stock of his rifle. “You shirked your god-damned duty, Olson, and now the rest of us have to pay for it.”
Olson’s lip trembled. His grey eyes found mine and pleaded for help. “I—I didn’t—”
“Better off if that bullet found your neck instead of poor Hiram’s, at least he wouldn’t have left us out here with no food.” Silas advanced a step toward Olson, leaning forward with his head protruding like a bird of prey. “You make me want to vomit...”
I think they're in love. Fun stuff.