Had a minor panic attack last night after realizing how much time I had left to write my novel. Here’s the thing: I still have time. More than enough, actually. It’s just…the time has come. It needs to be done.
So, I spent today writing my ass off. Had a great day. I need to continue to do that for the next few weeks, and I’ll be in amazing shape. The panic, I guess, is that I need to do it for the next few weeks. There’s no if ands or buts. If I want to have enough time to do my rewrite pass and for it to be edited the way it needs to be edited without the entire timeline getting tight and stressful…I’ve gotta finish this book by the end of the month. That will be the fastest I’ve ever written in my life. Which is exciting, energizing (look at what happened today!), and of course daunting and terrifying. But, I *can* *do* *it*.
This outline is tight. It’s not perfect, but it’s a really REALLY solid roadmap for me to just plunk down in my chair, take a look at what scene needs to happen next, and then write that fucking scene. It’s magic. It’s a game changer.
So, yea. This is what I’ve always wanted. I’ve always wanted to be able to churn out pages at this rate, and I proved today that I can do it. I’ve proved over the past couple weeks that I can do this. It’s still just…scary and new. But, it’s possible. And I’m not going to let me cowriter down. Not going to let the readers down. This book will be published on time. I’m already close enough to guarantee that.
Weird mix between terror and excitement. The book is good, too. I’m genuinely enjoying it.
Wish me luck, I guess. Tomorrow, I’ll be 200 pages in. Almost halfway.