Here we are, now, the beginning of the end, and it’s reaching us oh, so slowly. I was kind of rubbish last night in terms of getting the scene done, but I did everything else: I paid bills, I hunted down shoes, I wrote out an interview, and I took a nap because I was feeling knackered.
It’s pretty much the story of my days these days.
I did get a lot done, however. The end of the novel is formatted nicely and is, pretty much, in its final form:
Now all the part and chapter cards are there, the final scene is cut in two as I planed, and I’m considering going through each scene and doing as I did in the Day of the Dead section, and putting notations for date and time of day in place, so people aren’t confused by something they think is out of order. Then if they say, 3 May, Late Afternoon, coming after 3 May, Morning, they won’t wonder, “Hey, does this scene take play after the last one?” Yes, Virginia, it does.
(The whole novel is in order from front to back, with events taking place in chronological order. The only reason I set up the time notation for the Day of the Dead Attack is because things were happening close together. From the time Kerry crashes during the penetration of the screens, to the Level Three lock down, to the argument between Wednesday and Isis and Wednesday going out to charge the nodes and running into Erywin, to conversation between the headmistress and Isis, and to Kerry waking up after charging the brooms, is about forty minutes. And as you can see from what I just wrote out, a lot happened.)
So no more messing with this or with checking the weather–okay, maybe once there–and no more looking at maps . . . okay, maybe one. But that’s it. I have dinner at Panera tonight, and there I finish Mathilde’s farewell for the year speech, which has something special in it that I dreamed up at work yesterday between bouts of hating on a program I’m testing. And speaking of hr farewell speech, I also did this last night:
Before this story started I figured out the counts for each level–I also have the counts for each Coven, the people from each country, and even the breakdown between the girls and the boys. But this one . . . it’s almost a week after graduation, and I wanted to know how many students were sitting in the Dining Hall this one time. The first number are the students in each level on 2 September, Orientation Day. This is followed by the number of students who didn’t make the cut to the next level, and the total of each level that is sitting there listening to the headmistress. Of course there aren’t any F Levels there: they graduated. And you can see, two didn’t graduate–they didn’t make the Final Cut.
One hundred and thirteen students, thirty-five less than they started with at the start of the year, when Mathilde came in to this same room to welcome everyone back and greet the new students. If you’re sitting in this room, Mathilde will remind you that you’re moving on to the next level.
You made it. You’re still a member of Salem.
And just like with Chicago Cubs baseball, there’s going to be a next year.