Every Which Way but Dead. ;-) And I’m loving it. In preparation to writing the world book, I decided to do something I’ve not done in years. Read–actually read–my own work. For the most part, by the time I’m doing copy edit, I’m ready to drop what ever it is and move on to the next, but there is so much history, so many little things that I’ve forgotten, that I am going to take a week and read them all, making notes all the way. I’ve already read Dead Witch Walking and The Good, the Bad, and the Undead, and though I know I could hire someone to run through the series and write down the spells, incantations, and little details, I am glad I chose to do it myself. I’m falling in love with the world all over again. Even if it is kind of . . . messy.
So . . . like my favorite part of The Good, the Bad, and the Undeadhas got to be when Rachel keeps getting it wrong that Trent was the witch killer, stubborn little twit, and that Trent knew she hadn’t sent the demon? And that he tried to stiff her, like the Howlers and the FIB? Priceless. And Trent’s jittery want to drive her car? Love seeing that part of him. I could just about smack Piscary for what he did to Ivy, and I love Rachel’s bravery for going to defend her. I’d forgotten that. . .