We’re Almost There
I am one scene–count it, one–away from finishing the third Dru book into a reasonable first draft. If I put my head down and work today, I will have it done.
This is the point where momentum has taken on its own life, where I no longer have to worry about labor. Now the head’s out of the canal and I’m still pushing, still expelling the rest of the thing. As soon as I send it off to the editor I will have a day or so of ARGH while my brain-muscles quiver uselessly (I think that’s analogous to the placenta coming out,) then the rebound period.
Yes, I did just use a giving-birth metaphor. I’ve got kids, I figure I’m allowed.
One more scene, 2-3K, then tweaking the lead-in to the very last scene. Then I’m done, I write a self-deprecating email (heavily laced with anxiety and just plain nuttiness) to the editor, who no doubt thinks I’m daft already, and then…
…I never can think beyond the actual finishing of the book when I’m at this point. All my braincycles are taken up. I can barely even feed myself at this point, and forget cleaning or laundry. Screw it all, I’ve got a book to finish. After this I’ve got another book in light revision, short stories to tweak and send off, and…
…oh, God. Can’t think about that. Brain will splode. Clowns will eat me. AAAAAUGH.
See what I mean? I’ll be useless until I finish this. So I bid you a civil adieu.
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Tags: novel madness, onoes!
July 9th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
Holding those clowns back, you do your thing. You’re safe … at least from hungry clowns.
July 9th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Clowns, huh? You sure they ain’t zombies?
July 9th, 2009 at 6:17 pm
Hang in there! You’ll get the scene down and be finished with the book before you know it. Hopefully the clowns will leave you alone long enough to get a drink whatever your poison and get a relaxing period before the muse starts bugging you again.