Rewrites on the end of the book are done. Today, for the first time in … months. *Many* months. I do not hate the book. I don’t ever want to see it again (which is unfortunate, because I still have some detail work to do through the body of the thing), but while writing today was slow, it wasn’t a god-awful struggle. I ended up writing more new pages than I expected, and I don’t know if I’d just managed to psyche myself out with the paragraphs-not-pages thing, but it wasn’t too horrible. I also won several games of solitaire.
For the first time *ever*, I’m satisfied with the end of the book. I added two new chapters and removed or altered probably another chapter’s worth. Maybe more. Hard to tell, at this point. The manuscript (at the moment; it’ll probably change) is 509 pages long, 33 pages longer than the last draft, which had already been the longest draft of a book I’d ever written.
I am emotionally wrung out, man.
ytd wordcount: 181,800
miles to Isengard: 53
But you did it. Hooray!
thank you. *collapses*
Gratz, d00dz!
Wow. I am so not a hacker.
That which doesn’t kill us, all that crap.
:)
*pompoms* Go Kit!
Congrats!
Goody! Now you have more time to perform for my amusement! Which, oddly enough, doesn’t appear on your To Do list–presumably this is so no one else gets jealous…
*flat look*
Thank you. That’s a radical, kick-ass icon. :)
I am not entirely sure it hasn’t killed me. But thank you. :)
*laugh* thanks :)
I think it has something to do with that shirt.
Fine. Don’t be my performing circus animal. I’m still gonna read my shiny, new copy of Thunderbird Falls, and your stubborn insistence on being your own person won’t stop me! So there! :P
A quite reasonable guess, but incorrect. It was just another demonstration of why I keep my day job instead of running away to be a comedy writer…