How to Not End a Book.
That’s kind of a weird title.
But also fitting at the same time. Yesterday, I was talking about how I was getting into the flow and I was on the downswing of the book. I was, and I finished the zero draft. I’m not at the 70,000 word mark though. But I kind of expected that. These early drafts are a little more than glorified outlines with action tags and dialogue. They require a lot more work if they’re ever going to see the light of day.
But at the same time, I finished the story. It’s complete: Beginning, Middle, and End. Even though there’s a lot more work to do to it, I feel a sense of accomplishment. It’s the first book I’ve finished in two years. Right now, I can’t grasp the amount of Suckitude in that book. It meanders, it skips around, it jumps the shark in more than one place. It’s got white room syndrome and talking heads.
But it’s complete. It’s not finished, really. But it’s a complete story, and you know, I think that’s a cause for celebration. So I’m not writing today. I’m taking the day, and I’m going to celebrate with coffee and friends, and probably some Netflix binge watching.
Tomorrow… I kinda want to do it again. This was fun.
TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 40,222 words