The edit of Maggie has landed in my Inbox, which means today will be all editing, all the time. What you see above is a work in progress on the map of the city. Becka is ridiculously talented and she has put up with all my insane edits. We are trying to figure out a good way to mark the locations.
Ideally, I would like to hyperlink this map, so when you click on a number, it pops up or switches to the close up of the location with a bit of description. The map itself is ridiculously detailed and zoomable.
I don’t even know who to hire to code that, though. Like what category of free lancer would this fall under? Web developer? Something to consider for later.
Thank you so much to everyone who suggested the names, and sorry to C for saying that nobody could pronounce Oisín. It was a literary hyperbole and not meant as a slight against 11 million Gaelic-speaking people. I will choose my words better next time.
We have hidden the post so we can sort through all of the suggestions. There are some very good ones and we might use them later in fiction. Thank you again for taking the time to come up with the names and comment.
We are both still very tired. I wanted to tell you a funny about Gordon misreading my online Christmas decorations order, but I better not, since someone would likely get offended and I don’t want to make more work for Mod R. When you are that tired, it’s best to err on the side of caution. I’ve been doing my Christmas decorating in stages. One garland per day. That’s all I have the stamina for. Right now putting up the Christmas tree seems like a climb to Everest’s apex.
The list of things to do before Thanksgiving keeps growing, no matter how hard I try to knock things off it. Today is mowing day, so I loaded the string into the weed eater. My husband is the paladin of landscaping, but to keep things in balance and compensate for his supreme skills, he was cursed with hedge trimmer problems. That man can look at a weed eater, and it will instantly break. So I prep them for him. I can hear him cutting weeds. He hasn’t cursed yet, so fingers crossed.
I did accomplish one thing: I scored the Cajun Turkey from Popeyes. I’m so happy about this. We had it last year and it was amazing. It’s precooked, all you do is warm it up, and since I have other protein to cook as well, this will save us so much time on Thanksgiving.
Things still to do today, besides the edit: sign more copies of collector editions, get the last HEB grocery order in before Thanksgiving, buy the extra crate for Baby.
Well, I’m going to go and do all the things.
PS. The little scene with Augustine has been incredibly well received. We are thinking about what to do with that. We don’t want to promise something and not deliver, but we have heard you loud and clear.