The Joys Of Being Dyslexic…

My particular form of dyslexia manifests itself in transpositions, combining words from two different sentences, and occasionally missing important bits of sentences.

For instance, I may go read the excerpt for I Lift Up My Eyes To The Hills and miss two words and one of the commas setting off the appositive in the opening sentence and nearly call someone in the middle of the night.

What I initially read:

BROTHER EZEKIEL Frost surveyed the knot of new journeymen awaiting assignment with a decided lack of enthusiasm, which of them was to be his new assistant.

I decided I would reread it very slowly and carefully to make sure that I had my facts straight before I went off to calmly scream at someone about it.

What it actually said:

BROTHER EZEKIEL Frost surveyed the knot of new journeymen awaiting assignment and wondered, with a decided lack of enthusiasm, which of them was to be his new assistant.

Needless to say, I was utterly relieved to discover that it was just me not paying attention and not some sort of bizarre error in the actual manuscript.

By the way, it’s November third. That means you can get your copy of ILUMETTH now! Also, I’ll be hanging out at Dreamspinner’s blog from 11 AM to 9 PM Eastern, talking about some of the stuff that went into the making of the story.

Mark Your Calenders: November 3rd, 2014!

That’s the day that I Lift Up My Eyes To The Hills will be available for purchase. You can buy it from Dreamspinner, of course, or you can grab it from your favorite 3rd-party distributor.

Here’s the blurb:

Justinian Clark, new-minted journeyman scribe, has a lot of faith: faith in God goes without saying, faith in the orderly workings of the universe, faith in the administrative minutiae that ticks along in the background of his life. That minutiae has brought him to Saint Gabriel and All Angels Cathedral, where he is assigned to assist Brother Ezekiel Frost.

Ezekiel Frost, a ten-year veteran of The Eternal Brotherhood of the Guardians of the Church of Greater Anglia, is quite comfortable with his routine: helping the people of St. Gabriel’s parish, annoying the archdeacon, and not getting too used to his assistants. While he doubts that having a complete novice assigned to him will change this pattern in any way, he resolves to make the best of it.

Between exorcisms, murders, the attention of something, and an overly observant child, Justinian and Ezekiel have no time to settle into a comfortable routine. Nothing is as certain as they once believed, and they can only hope their faith will see them through.

Yaaaaaay! Also eeeeek. But mostly yaaaaaaay!