Don’t think y’all will ever get it.

I posted this as a sneak preview on Twitter, but for those who haven’t seen it yet, here’s a tentative peek at the cover art for Fight the Sky:

I don’t know how the cover will look printed, the images possibly aren’t of a high enough resolution; we shall see. Dan never came through for me with the artwork, so rather than waste time waiting, I decided to use a photograph I took a couple of years ago. I know it isn’t spectacular, but I didn’t know what else to use. I’ll reserve judgment until I see the printed version (a proof is on its way)!

As the for the book’s innards, well, what an escapade that turned out to be…! I’ve just finished a six-hour stint editing files, merging them, correcting errors and then compressing into a PDF with all available digits crossed…I don’t mind if there are further mistakes, just so long as the typesetting is done. StarOffice is so complicated! All I wanted was different header text for each story! Turned into a fucking skirmish, or some shit. I’ve said it before, and one day I’ll learn to stick to this…NEVER AGAIN.

Whatever happens, the hard part is over and done with. It should, theoretically, be all downhill from here!

What else is new, this week? Well, these rather sexy shoes, for a start:

I’m going to wear them to the pictures on Tuesday, which should just about be manageable. I really need to stop buying things purely because they match my hair colour. Speaking of which, the fringe is no longer a diabolical shade of orange…

Just waiting for my roots to come through now, so I can blitz the whole thing with some bleach. Being fabulous is time-consuming, y’know?

I’m being given the Horror section at work, which delights me. Already my mind is formulating a plan for a ‘SAY NO TO SPARKLY VAMPIRES’ dumpbin…speaking of work, I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m in for 8am tomorrow. Time to get the hell off the computer and get to bed, then! And by bed, I mean the settee. Yes folks, I am still boycotting my own bedroom. Quite frankly, I am sick to death of listening to the inbreds next door fake mind-bogglingly impossible orgasms, all the while ignoring one of their uneducated swine children, who cries its way through every. single. night. The settee may not be comfortable, but it allows me to sleep the whole night through, which is all I ask for from life.

Okay, enough of that. Go lie in your nice comfy bed and feel smug, why don’t you? And in the meantime I shall rest my weary head knowing there are only two more sunrises until Final Fantasy XIII…after all this, it best be damn good.

Coffee, cupcakes, literature. Show me something better and it’s probably Johnny Depp sans clothing.