Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Home Stretch

As BP is fond of teasing/encouraging me - I really am on the home stretch of the novel, first shitty draft and all. I worked hard yesterday on other stuff and as a result by the time I sat down to write last night I was weary. But I churned out over 4,000 words so that between today and tomorrow I have 2800 words left to type. I can do this. I will do this. I even know where the story is going in its remaining pages so that's a bonus.

This afternoon I'm having tea with a writer friend who is one of my biggest cheerleaders in this life. Yesterday as we were talking about the novel and I was telling her how I could just delete sections that were crap, she told me that nothing of it was wasted, that I had put in the time and discipline and that the characters, all of them who showed up, were a gift. So last night when the story took yet another detour I simply kept typing and waited to see what would happen next. Whenever I discuss the plot line and all the possible 'what ifs' with Youngest Son he tells me that I am a mean person.....mean to my characters and a little deranged to boot. Which just makes me smile. But then, you all knew I was a little deranged already didn't you?


Heidi Renee said...

woo hoo! you can do it!

deranged & mean! :D only our children can speak those kind of words to us, eh?

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Black Pete said...

Good evening, Character, please, sit down on the bed of nails. Some wine? Oh dear, I'll have to {pant pant}Crush some grapes first! Oh my, now who planted that anvil above your chair? Awfully sorry about that. Ah, the clock is striking midnight--how time flies! Yes, my fingernails are growing rather long and pointy, aren't they? This hair? Runs {pant pant} in the pack--I mean family. What's your hurry? There's a beautiful {pant pant} full moooooooooooooooooon!