So I think I did pretty well on those three stories. Two of them each have a line that I’m not sure about (because I don’t finish things until I’m dragged kicking and screaming to that place where you finish things, whatever it’s called) and one needs a few more hours that I don’t feel quite up to giving it this afternoon — but I’m feeling happier with them. I just hope I don’t go changing my mind again. I really can’t now. The Art of Dying is now a slightly different blend of the original and subsequent versions with minor additional renovation. I worked on some of the language in The Love of Beauty and on tidying it up more than I had done before. We the Enclosed, which should be as smooth as possible, got sanded — it’s the one that still needs a wee bit more work.

This weekend I want to work on preparing e-Etched City — front and back matter, formatting and what have you. Next week is for the other stories in Mad Ancestor — little tweaks to this and that — and working on the cover, which is at the ‘looks nearly finished but actually hours of fiddly stuff to do’ stage. On the next weekend I may go on a spree of some kind — j/k, will probably still be dicking around with the cover and sundry recalcitrant sentences, and perhaps designing a Rube Goldberg machine for rewriting text, with a thesaurus input tube and a grammar mincer.