My first cup of coffee is gone, Mozart has had his first round of food, we need to do something about our breakfast, and the rain that came through last night was carrying autumn on its back. Yay, Autumn!
As I write this, 82% of the Penultimate Draft of Dragon in Exile has been Ultimated. That means I have 103 pages, or about 23,000 words to finish. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that these? These are the 23,000 words that were whipped out at white heat in order to finish, finish, FINISH DAMMIT. Ahem. So, they’re. . .um. Somewhat unruly. My hope is that the sentences make sense. Well, that most of the sentences make sense.
So, after breakfast (see what I did there?) I will be retiring, with printout, red pen, yellow pad, stickies, coon cats, and Even More Coffee to the couch. And may ghod have mercy on my soul.
And you thought writing was easy.
At least, after this is over, I will never have to write again.
Except for the short story that’s due in October; and that other novel, that’s due in 2015; and — but it’s probably best, I think, to Live in the Moment. So!
Finish this book, O Writer Brain, and you Never Have to Write Again. In which Never is defined as “at least two weeks.” Deal?
Let’s do this thing.