urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire The Journal of Seanan McGuire Seanan McGuire 2010-08-25T18:29:01Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:seanan_mcguire:267432 2010-08-25T18:29:01Z 2010-08-25T18:29:01Z Well, that's that; my magical murder pixie toils are done, and they have borne sweet, sweet fruit, has the second book in the Newsflesh trilogy, <i>Deadline</i>, has just been sent back to my publisher in final draft form. Barring acts of god or unforeseen gaping plot holes, my part in this book is over until the page proofs. Which will probably hit around October, assuming we follow the timeline we followed for <i>Feed</i>. Post-It notes in Ohio, here we go again!<br /><br />Final book stats, including Dedication and Acknowledgments:<br /><br />150,001 words.<br />525 pages.<br />Twenty-seven chapters.<br /><br />When asked to say something about the book, Vixy says, "Fucking brilliant. Gripping. Terrifying. Satisfying. It's about heroes." So, you know. Fucking brilliant. You heard it here first, folks. Really, I'm scared out of my mind&mdash;I always am at this point&mdash;but I'm also deeply relieved, because it's <i>done</i>. It's finished. My baby is heading out into the great wide world, and there's no more chopping or stitching or graverobbing to be done. (What? You mean everyone doesn't assemble their offspring out of transistors and corpse parts?)<br /><br />I'm done.<br /><br />One more book, and this grand adventure is over; one more book, and we find out whether or not I can stick the landing. I think I can. I hope I can. I believe I can. Because alive or dead, the truth won't rest.<br /><br />Rise up while you can.