Author: "Hey, Cindy, I've got another manuscript ready. Are you interested in editing?"
Editor: "Sure. Send it on over."
A week later, the manuscript for The Falcon of Imenotash returned with edits and the following comments from the editor: "Several of the comments were just my observations at different points in the story... like when Aridis turned into a leopard! I wasn't expecting that, so WOW! that was exciting. And when I stopped for the day, I indicated that it was hard to do so since I was enjoying the story so much. ... I love the characters and the plot line. ... simply magnificent! I did not want the story to end."
As an editor myself, I cannot often say that I have such an enthusiastic reaction to a manuscript. As an author, I don't often get such an enthusiastic reaction from readers. So, yipperdoo, this makes me giddy.
The upshot of this is that The Falcon of Imenotash will go live a week earlier than originally anticipated. The launch price remains at $0.99; but, the launch period has been reduced by a week and will end on May 31. Order your copy now.
This delightful news segues into a scenario that many, if not all of us, have dealt with: a new doctor. Our family doctor closed her small practice, thereby obliging all her patients to find new healthcare providers. By the way, I dislike that term, healthcare provider. To make a long story just a little longer, I found a new doctor. It wasn't pretty.
Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I generally avoid the medical profession as though they carried the plague. If I feel the need to see a physician, you know something's really wrong. Otherwise, I subscribe to the notion that it ain't broke and there ain't no need to fix it.
So, the visit to the new doctor ended up with three practically back-to-back follow-up appointments to be poked, prodded, violated, and robbed of my dignity. That doesn't include the "You need to lose a few pounds" comment. Really? Apparently, I'm too stupid to realize I'm fat. That was yesterday. I'm still fuming. I maintain that the medical profession treats women with contempt. I get more compassion and understanding from our veterinarians.
So, the new exercise regimen began today. I walked a mile. It took around 20 minutes. I sustained an elevated heartbeat the entire time. With consistent effort, I'll be able to walk four miles in an hour... eventually. I did it before and refuse to accept that I cannot do it again. I'll research natural/herbal remedies to treat my aches and pains. With luck, the exercise and herbal remedies will raise my metabolism, reduce my weight, and improve my general health.
Hey, it can't hurt, right?