Cleanup On Aisle Brain, Bob
My Friday post is up at Fangs, Fur, & Fey. It’s Three Things About Writing. Enjoy.
I’m at 62K with the YA, two more scenes and I’ll have a rough-rough draft. Then I’m going to stick that in a drawer and work on the Weasel Boy story for a while. (Don’t ask. Really. Just don’t.) After a week or two I’ll drag the YA out again, kicking and screaming, and give it a polish. Then the betas will get it, then the editor.
I used to think the hard part was finishing a rough draft. It is tremenjously exhausting, mostly because when you get a few scenes from the end it becomes The Book That Will Not Die. Then there’s the exhaustion of revisions, when it becomes The Book That Will Not Die NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU STABBITY STABBITY IT!!! Both are bone-crunching work.
But hey, I would rather have those problems than a host of others I could name. I do really love this job. *beams* If only because I have writing buddies like the Selkie who send me things like this.
Warning: the other stuff Amateur Transplants does is SO NOT SAFE FOR WORK, and if you’re easily offended you’d better not listen to other stuff. You’ve been warned.
Anyway, off I go to finish This Damn Book. It will die today, dammit, even if I have to chain myself to the chair. Once I finish stabbing it I’ll close the laptop and go for a walk.
Sounds like a plan, Stan. Have a great weekend, one and all…
