Well…today was not quite the writing bonanza I wanted to it be, BUT…it was still a pretty damn good writing day.
The story is fire. It’s exciting. I’ve made some adjustments that I am VERY happy with, and I think realistically, if I keep pushing the pace, I will be done by this weekend. Or very close to it.
It’ll be my first finished first draft—and by that I mean one I know that I’m going to publish and not throw away—in seven years. SEVEN. YEARS. It’s rather astonishing it’s been that long, and there are many reasons for that length of time, not all of which are because writing is hard (I wrote the first draft of Starstuff and then shelved it for an entire year, for example, to work on other projects)…but a big chunk of that time IS because writing is so hard.
I may cry.
We’ll see.
But, it’s happening. Which is also a crazy feeling. It’s not a matter of if, now. It hasn’t been for a while, actually. It’s when. And the book works. Still needs work, of course. I definitely see the gaps in my skill, still, as a writer and they are NUMEROUS. But, the book works on a fundamental level. And what a relief that is.
Anyway. Time for bed. One of the reasons I didn’t have quite the writing output today I was dreaming of was because I didn’t get up on time. Which, I think will help me because I was exhausted. Not feeling so exhausted tonight.
Up early tomorrow. Busy day. Night night.