The copy edits have been completed on Fires, as I mentioned in an earlier post. I am very happy with them. But I am going over the manuscript one more time myself, carefully.
I am taking out adverbs.
I am removing a word or two on every page. I don't want to explain too much or hold a reader's hand. The story is strong and so is the writing (is it bad for me to say this about my own work? I don't give a shit) but it is very strange and disconcerting for me to read this.
The first draft I wrote three years ago, and I am making these revisions on what is essentially a short break from the writing of Midnight Picnic, which is a very personal and different book in style, tone, content, intent... everything.
I could never write Fires again. I'm glad I wrote it when I could.
Its publication draws slowly nearer and I am relieved.
New York Tyrant's first issue comes out in something like two weeks. There will be a party in mid/late August. Will be fun.
I am doing a reading in New Haven on August 9th as part of the Summer Writing Program run by John Crowley. That's an honor and I'm looking forward to it.
It's really hot.