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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2010-04-20T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2010-04-20T21:30:14Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-20T21:30:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jets Overhead, "George Harrison."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes!  I have the sign-off, and the second book in the Newsflesh trilogy, &lt;i&gt;Deadline&lt;/i&gt;, has been sent safely off to my publisher, where it can be someone else's problem for a little while.  (Note that this doesn't actually mean the book is in its final form, since Orbit has the right to request changes and edits&amp;mdash;I made changes and edits to &lt;i&gt;Feed&lt;/i&gt; after it had been turned in&amp;mdash;but I become a much happier bunny after it's slammed down on my editor's virtual desk.  That means I made my deadline.  I win)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final book stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149,142 words.&lt;br /&gt;513 pages.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-seven chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love finishing the process of finishing a book (and yes, that sentence is supposed to look like that; finishing things is &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt;).  It lets me fall in love all over again.  I talk about writing books like it's building a house.  Revisions are what happen when the house is flawed, and needs to be torn down and built back up again.  But finishing is just going through and making it a showplace, ready to be shown off to the world.  The heavy lifting is done, and suddenly the book...the book is just amazing all over again.  It's a &lt;i&gt;book&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any point during the process where I am totally uncritical of myself, it's this moment, right here.  Don't worry, it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to settle in and work on the third book in the trilogy, and then...then I'm done.  All finished, no more effort, no more struggle, just done.  I love these people.  I've loved them for years.  I hope that when you meet them, you'll love them, too.  But for now, I'm turning it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.</content>
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