No problem, I thought.
Having finished my edits on Betrayed, I rushed home from work Friday night, eager to get started on the map.
"Just give me an hour quiet time," I told my boys, "mommy just needs to draw a quick map."
Well, five hours later, and I'm still googling the National Scotland Archives, going through ancient maps to try and get my spatial dimensions more or less right.
A hundred pieces of scrap paper later on Saturday morning, I have some squiggles resembling the general area.
Great! Time to back a cake - Victoria Sponge cake - oh, oh, I used a flop-proof recipe and ended up with rock pancake. No time to worry about that, something's wrong with my scanner.
A couple of hours playing around with the settings later, I've got something scanned in. Something blurry and squiggly - I have no idea what it is, it certainly didn't look like that on my scrap of paper. Back to the drawing board, but first another attempt at that flop-proof cake.
Note to self: no matter how you present it, rock pancake is rock pancake and 10 year old boys are not that easily fooled.
But, viola, it's Sunday and I eventually have a scanned in map. I try to ignore comments from kids (what do they know about what medieval Scotland looked like? Maybe the river did just disappear halfway and miraculously reappear 2 centimetres later?) okay, one last attempt at refining the map, scanning it in,emailing it off with a totally genuine "I won't be offended if you can't use this" note to editor.
And rush off to Tesco to buy box cake mix - I have a cake, the kids love it, I'm super mom!
Despite the madness, I had fun. It wasn't easy, I'm not so sure it will ever see publishing daylight. But I now truly appreciate every map I see on the inside of a book cover