I have officially put the Samhain Dance behind me. It is all done, completed, fin, whatever you want to call it. Not only that, but I’ve finished Chapter Eighteen as well as Part Six. It’s all history, baby. Allow us to rejoice.
I checked my stats as well and found that Act Two is about seventy-one thousand two hundred words long, and the entire novel is two hundred and twenty-one thousand nine hundred words. In short, I’m inching right up there towards a quarter of a million, and sometime during the next part–maybe the next chapter–I’m going to hit that milestone.
And speaking of the next part–here it is . . .
Part Seven: The Big Time. This is probably one of the most plotted out, most well timed parts of my novel, only because a lot is going to happen–and most of it won’t be good. It’s so worked out that it has its own timeline within my main timeline–
I left the kids walking towards their tower, hand-in-hand, thinking bout getting tucked into bed–mostly Kerry getting the tucking–and Annie wondering why something in his past ’caused him to have such a horrible case of déjà vu, which in the World of the Aware can be a little worse than watching a black cat walk by and saying, “Whoa.” It can give you headaches; it can land you in the hospital; it could even kill you. That’s because there’s something you want to remember, but can’t, and the can’t part is trying to drive you a little crazy.
And crazy in this world isn’t good.
And this will be behind them, because come Tuesday, their time, everything goes nuts. I’ve written about this before, how I set it up, and now it’s time to get into it. Frankly, it scares the hell out of me a little, because I’ve thought about this moment for well over a year, and I know everything that’s suppose to happen to all the player, what’s going to happen before, during, and after, and it’s an important part of the book because it’s meant to show how the school protects itself, how the students are allowed to put themselves in harm’s way to help out–and what happens when things go sideways and take a turn for the worse.
And it’s an intimidated piece, going back and forth between people and events. A lot of it may seem boring at times, but it’s meant to be that way: this isn’t going to be a full-on attack from the word go. It’s gonna take time to work out–
Just like my novel.
It’s an intimidating part of my novel, but then again, so is a quarter of a million word story. And after I get though this, I’m that much closer to closing out Act Two, which is something I never thought I’d say.
And then I can get on to Act Three and more intimidating stuff . . .