The race is almost over and I haven’t felt this dead-ass beat since I did a four mile speed walking race and completed it in 36 minutes. There’s this feeling that I’ve been writing with more that “literary abandon” as they proclaim on the NaNo Site. No, I’ve found that this last section, which his suppose to wrap up everything with a lot of “action”, has become an exersize to–no, wait for it–get it right.
The last chapter . . . oi. I thought it was going to be a real breeze, but no, not a chance. Not only was I violating one of the major tenants of NaNo–No Editing!–but I couldn’t help myself. I had to get it right, so I did it, I edited, making that a NaNo NoNo.
Oh, and for some reason last night I couldn’t spell a damn thing. Not. A. Damn. Thing. Even words I know I can spell were coming out in all sorts of wrong. It was as if this mild version of dyslexia I have decided to take up residence in my fingers and muck about in my world in the worst ways.
I mean, damn . . . it was driving me nuts to type something, then have to turn around and retype it–and then I’d still have to spell check the son of a bitch. And that went on for 3000 words.
Maddening, I tell you. Simply maddening.
I am upon the penultimate chapter. I am ready for the big throw down and a lot of things flying back and forth, and it can go one of two ways: epic or fail. I don’t think it’ll be fail, but I also don’t believe it’ll be all awesome epicness. At least I don’t anticipate having any “Behold my vagina!” moments right before I kill the Witch King of Angmar. Though, come to think of it, having my main character say that right before she . . . naw. I’ll do that later. Maybe the second book.
I am there. I am this close to finishing my first novel. And then comes the editing. And the trying to sell it.
And then, when all that’s over, comes the really fun part–
Thinking about what I’m going to write next.