I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn sick of myself. I keep intending to work on my books, but like Dad always said 'intentions are for shit'. Meaning, of course, that you can have all the intentions in the world, but they aren't good for much of anything without action.
It's action I'm lacking.
I mean, I talk about... check that... whine about not having gumption or getting anything done. But I don't actually DO anything about it. Slacker.
Okay, so now's the time to do something. As such, I'm making the commitment to have Ugly and the Beast ready to go out to one or two people for beta reading / proofing by the end of the month. I was on page 115 of my edits as of quittin' time yesterday. That leaves about 100 pages to go, understanding that I'm adding words and pages as I edit, and nine days in which to get those pages into shape. How long it takes the readers to do their magic and me to fix what they find will dictate when UatB goes live, but it will go live. Dammit.
Then I'm going to finish writing Cinder Ugly if it kills me. Which it might. It's a pretty ugly manuscript so far. Like 'monster in Wish Hits the Fan' ugly. (If you haven't read it, I can't help you understand it better. Think big, nasty, gruesome bitch.) I'll kill the beast and hang her head on my wall.
No more excuses. No more whining. Just get 'er done.