So yeah. I didn’t make it. I got to 27,000 and got stuck.
Fine. I kind of quit. A weekend of a crazy busy work/Nutcracker schedule sealed the deal for me. But that’s alright. Trial and error, right mateys?
I still finished half a novel in a month, which usually would have taken me several. I also realized that I can shove time to write into tighter places than I thought, and in two hours, past dinnertime, get 1,667 words down. I also discovered I can’t write in the morning. At least not at 8:30 while I’m drinking coffee and getting ready for work. My brain isn’t on that early in the day.
Now it is December first. Besides Christmas (!) what’s next?
June. By June I hope to write those two very special words on the last page of the Red Dream: The End. A.K.K the End of Draft One.
I am excited to start editing (sort of? I feel like its needs so much work. But then I also feel like it’s in pretty good shape. But then its so giant and so complex. Oi.)
Me: “I’m not excited to write the ending”.
My mom: “We don’t like endings”.
Amen to that.
P.S how about I name my editing process for my fantasy trilogy Project Gargantua?
P.P.S Once Upon a Time.