That long race to the end of the Harper Voyager finish feels like it’s almost there–but not quite.
This weekend was, in terms of writing, very long. Did a lot of editing; a lot of editing. Only six chapters in Her Demonic Majesty were put under my watchful eye, but when we look at the total wordage, we’re talking about twenty-four thousand words.
That is some cranking, my friends.
I’m half-way through the novel. Most the of short chapters are out of the way, and there are some monsters left. I’ve got one that’s about eighty-four hundred words, and that’s going to take most of whatever free time I have to get it into shape.
So even though I’m half-way finished, I have to place my work on the novel in the context of real life, and the time I have to do this work.
Today and Friday are “travel days,” which is to say, “I go from my home to The Undisclosed Location, so I can drag my ass off to work, the come back home when it’s over.” Friday I’ll have a little time to do some editing, but tonight–probably not. It really just depends if I can find any time today. Or tonight.
Not like I gotta sleep, right? Not that I do anyway . . .
I need some time to put the submission package together, which should happen Sunday, but I’m finding that I’ll need to start working on my next story for the Storytime blog. Four weeks starts 1 October, and I need to make the first chapter sing. Or mumble the words if nothing else.
I’ve yet to begin my research for NaNoWriMo. I keep saying I’m going to do it, and yet . . . nothing yet, folks. As I did last year, I’ll probably start throwing the Scrivener project together about the second week of October, and jam, jam, jam.
Even though I’m half way to the end, my expectation that I’m going to wake up on 1 October, walk over to the computer, and kick off my package first thing that morning, is wishful thinking at best. Between travel, work, and writing, I’m likely going to have to let the timetable slip just a bit. Maybe a day or two, but it’s still a bit.
I know: I have until the 14th to get it off. I don’t want to be one of the last, I want to be in the first wave. I want to get whatever news is coming to me as soon as possible.
The edits are good. I’m getting a good feel during this reading, and I don’t feel like the novel is a piece of crap. I’ve fixed what needed to be fixed, but the plot is good. It’s all in the mechanics at the moment.
There is a lot of work ahead of me. Don’t worry; I’ll get it. I be a writin’ fool, you know, and I’m gonna make this chance a good one. My odds of getting picked are as good as anyone else, and if it’s meant to be, it will.
In the mean time . . . damn, I need to do some writing, don’t I?