Outside the Boxing Day

How does one deal with the day after Christmas?  Well, in my case, you get up and . . . write.

Are you surprised?

I suppose it’s a good sign that the first thing on my mind when I crawled out of bed was  to finish Part 5 of my Work in Progress.  I’d left it with only a few hundred words to go when I’d put it away yesterday, and today the 600 words I needed to finish the part came very easy.  So this part, which is by far the largest (3,755 words), took several days to knock off and pushed my WiP to 10,400 words.

I know the next part is probably going to be short–maybe 600, 700 words–and I might tackle that later tonight, when I’m in the mood to get it out of the way.  I’ve reset my Scrivener Short Story Target to 15,000 words, and if I’m lucky I’ll hit that.  If not, I gotta find a way to stop being so wordy.

Hey, the reality is I’m enjoying writing all this, but I really need to discover how to say a lot more in a lot less.  Then again, I know three of the remaining four parts will probably be around a thousand words or so each, so keeping the story in the novelette range shouldn’t be difficult.  I just never thought this sucker would run 15,000 words.  Shows what I know; these damn stories tend to go off on their own.

I still have editing ahead of me . . . and for some reason I’m finding that a daunting task.  I know what it is, because I fell into this feeling when I was writing my NaNo Novel.  It’s the idea that I’m almost done, the work is very close to being completed, and now I have to deal with the next step after that.  I have one friend saying I should get a couple of people to read the proto-novel, though I’m hesitant to do that.  Not because I feel they’ll savage my work, but because I don’t really want to loan it out to someone I don’t know very well.

But I will find a way for it to get looked over one last time before I . . . what?  What will I do with it?  Publication is the ultimate goal, and that’s going to involve hunting down companies and sending out inquiries.  Yeah, it’s work, but it’s work I need to do if I want this to work.  If I want others to read it.  That’s what’s at stake here.  Yes, I can self publish again, but I don’t want to go that route.  I would love to see my work in a brick and mortar store, and that’s what’s going to happen.

Or I’m going to get a hell of a lot of rejections.  We’ll see which it is.

So onward.  Boxing Day is upon us, and 2011 is close to giving up the ghost.  I have a lot to do between now and next Sunday’s greeting of 2012–

Which is suppose to be the end of the world as we know it.

I don’t care.  I feel fine.  About my writing, that is.