Charlie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ccfinlay) wrote,@ 2008-06-26 07:27:00 |
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Two Down
Last night, at about 2:45 a.m. while the tail end of the thunderstorms poured rain on us and lightning lit up the sky every few seconds, I wrote "The End" on page 465 of book 2 for the witches in the Revolution.
Parts of it are a mess at this point. It needs a complete edit for continuity. Places where I backfilled story for things that came later read like mad libs -- "Proctor and Deborah (do something awesome)." But it's done! Done done done, I tell you!
Whew. Cause, you know, I'm only about four months behind.
Since June 15, 2007 -- or about a year and a week -- I've written 900 original pages of fiction, the two books and two short stories, and have revised hundreds more. Way more than I could write if I was working only on short fiction. Okay, my agent and editor would be happier if it was about 450 pages more than that, because I still need to turn in book 3 pretty damn quick. But I'm working the full-time job and running teenage kids everywhere, and even though I know other people on my f-list who manage that level of workload all the time, it's a new peak for me. So right now, for the next few minutes, I'm going to let myself feel like a freaking rock star.
Then tonight I'll print off the MS and start editing the second draft. Like a shark, I've got to keep on moving. And I'm already itching to write the first two chapters of book 3, cause I know exactly what happens next.
Last night, at about 2:45 a.m. while the tail end of the thunderstorms poured rain on us and lightning lit up the sky every few seconds, I wrote "The End" on page 465 of book 2 for the witches in the Revolution.
Parts of it are a mess at this point. It needs a complete edit for continuity. Places where I backfilled story for things that came later read like mad libs -- "Proctor and Deborah (do something awesome)." But it's done! Done done done, I tell you!
Whew. Cause, you know, I'm only about four months behind.
Since June 15, 2007 -- or about a year and a week -- I've written 900 original pages of fiction, the two books and two short stories, and have revised hundreds more. Way more than I could write if I was working only on short fiction. Okay, my agent and editor would be happier if it was about 450 pages more than that, because I still need to turn in book 3 pretty damn quick. But I'm working the full-time job and running teenage kids everywhere, and even though I know other people on my f-list who manage that level of workload all the time, it's a new peak for me. So right now, for the next few minutes, I'm going to let myself feel like a freaking rock star.
Then tonight I'll print off the MS and start editing the second draft. Like a shark, I've got to keep on moving. And I'm already itching to write the first two chapters of book 3, cause I know exactly what happens next.
