About last night . . .
It is said that if you’re going to write a novel, you need to write every day. Most writers will tell you that you have to do that anyway, because if you want to make this your job, you just do it. You sit down when you don’t feel like it and write something, even if it’s just ideas that need jotting down.
I began writing The Foundation Chronicles Book One: A For Advanced on the night of 30 October, 2013. I know this because I have it marked down on my Author’s Page on Facebook. Last night, 18 February, Act One of the novel was finished. According to the date calculator on the Time and Date website, that’s one hundred and twelve days. And there were three days there where I didn’t write, because of travel and illness, so I required one hundred and nine days to reach a point where the last thing written was, “They went home.”
Simple and to the point.
There it is: Act One with Part Three–my longest part–finished. Seventy-seven thousand, five hundred words to work out a week in the lives of two kids who are leaning what the words “special” and “witch” really mean. Of course the first week of their adventure required the first two parts, and sixty-one thousand, eight hundred seventy-five words as well. I’ve actually sat and looked at this and went, “Really? Almost eighty thousand words to work out a week?” Yeah, I do that. Some writers write as much, or more, going on about one day, so I’m in good company.
Since there isn’t anything planed for tonight, I’ll adjust my schedule a little. There is a little Italian restaurant just across from the capitol building that I’ve had my eye on for a while, so after work I’m gonna stroll on in there for a quiet sit-down dinner. Don’t know what I’ll eat, but I do know I’ll order a glass of red with the meal. Then take my time enjoying both, because this is a thing I’ve earned, and most of the time when I’ve either finished a work I’ve just went, “Eh, what’s next?” Not this time. This one was a hell of a job, and one hundred twelve days of coming home and bringing up the manuscript so I can get back to adding more to the story–it’s like finishing the first leg of a triathlon. It’s a lot of work, but there’s still two legs to go.
That doesn’t mean I won’t stop thinking about what’s to come. I do that anyway. But I won’t start on Act Two until the last day of March, and if this next section were to run another one hundred and twelve days, I’d finish Act Two on 21 July. Then a nice break until the first week of September, and that begins the leg of the race that takes me to The End.
I’ve got it all figured out; I only need stick to my schedule.
In the mean time having some moments to myself is a good time to edit and bring out the stories that could stand a little publishing.
A writer’s work is never done . . .