Last night, about eleven-forty PM or there about, I posted this on a few pages on Facebook:
And this just happened a few minutes ago:
From and including: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
To and including: Sunday, February 15, 2015
Result: 474 days
It is 474 days from the start date to the end date, end date included
Or 1 year, 3 months, 17 days including the end date
That’s how long it’s taken me to finish this latest novel.
It’s done; it’s over.
I even have the photo conformation:
Sunday was all about writing. Finishing up Kerry’s return home and blogging about it in the morning; editing a book for about three and a half hours in the afternoon; taking a nap and trying to get back into writing in the early evening; writing Kerry’s last scene before The Walking Dead came on at nine PM; and writing Annie’s last scene–and the last scene in the novel–after ten PM and finishing it up in the time it took me to hear the live version of The Duke Suite by Genesis–and that time is twenty-eight minutes and thirty-six seconds.
As soon as I was finished I backed it up to my two off-line drives, posted the information on my author’s page, and calculated how much time it had taken me to write this novel. There were a few days where I didn’t write, but 424,674 divided by 474 days works out to 896 words a day. If I hadn’t missed four or five days because I simply couldn’t write, or because there were some nights where it was impossible to get more than a few hundred words down, I likely would have averaged a thousand words a day, for 1 year, 3 months, and 17 days.
That’s a lot of writing to get out of the way.
No more excerpts, no more discussing how much they love each other–or if they really do–no more Midnight Madness, no more Mile High Clubs, no more putting their lives in danger and sending them to the hospital with concussions and broken bones and forcing them to spend the night in Bay #1, Bed #2. Yeah, that last was a real hardship, let me tell you.
But that’s over: they’re home for the summer, and both are sad. Kerry is back in Boring City, wishing he was back at The School, and Annie? She just wishes she was with Kerry. She wants to touch and hold him. She thought she wouldn’t miss it that much, but no matter how much of a cold Dark Witch you are, you will miss the embrace of your warm Soon-to-be-Dark Witch of your own. It’s why she know’s there’s eighty-six days remaining before she hold him again, and you can bet, she will.
I have a little more writing work to do on other things, but for now this novel is over. What started as a promise in 2012 to tell the tales of these two kids came to an end almost three years later.
The tale is told.
The kids made it, learned, and grew.
And I didn’t even cry when I wrote “The End”.
I’ll leave that for later.