30th November
DONE!!
Holy crap. This month has been a long one. A really long one. And yet, oh so short. I can't believe it's over already, and it's time to return to the normal world of less-than-deathly amounts of caffeine, sleep and effective homework completion. Damnit. I want to go back to my novelling bliss. Please?
The novel is finished, all 116,697 words of it, and I don't think I'm ever going to touch it again, apart from to post it on the internet (with just basic spell check and formatting). I don't think I want to edit it, because although I loved the characters, and the story, I doubt anybody would really want to read it, and to be honest I wouldn't even know where to begin. It's been tough to write, and somehow I think it would be even tougher to edit. Don't even go there. @_@;
Anyway. Today, then, is my relaxation day. Apart from homework, I shall do nothing but watch TV, go for a walk, go out for dinner and enjoy myself. Though, having finished my novel at precisely eleven minutes past one this afternoon, I've had nothing to do since. I'm almost bored. O_O
Well, it's time for that walk I mentioned, where I can mull over what's happened this month, and then think about going back to work on Medina's novel- which I can't do until I print out all of the 80,000 words I have so far to familiarise myself with the story again. So, I'll leave you all with an excerpt, and go. :)
“I’m not joking, darling,” she said. “I wish I were. Mary says that there’s a two week window between finding out the unfinished business and solving it, or I’ll end up in limbo forever. And the worst bit about that is that I won’t be able to phone you. Limbo after the two week period becomes like-” There was a muffled voice as Mary clarified. “It becomes like prison, in hell. With torture. Lots of torture.” Her voice was weak.
“So I need to go to Eula and track down the next of kin of Florence Blouse to get your money back, in two weeks, or else you’ll be damned for all eternity? Literally?”
“That just about sums it up.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Look, honey, I have to go. My minutes have run for the month-”
“But you didn’t tell me her name, or anything-”
“I have go hon, toodles!”
There was a crackle, and the line went dead. I swore loudly, threw the phone onto the floor and watched as it bounced on the hardwood floor. Danger shrugged.
“What was that all about?”
“My Mum,” I said bitterly. There was no way around this. Whatever higher being there was up there obviously just didn’t want me to rest. Ever. “Hey, Danger,” I said. “Fancy another journey?”
“To Eula?”
“Yes. To finish my mother’s unfinished business.”
Danger thought about this for a minute, and then pulled out her mobile phone. “Sure, why not? It’s not like I’d ever be able to relax in this place again, anyway. Shall I call the crew?”
“Sure. Call the crew. Tell them to pack their shorts and tees. It’ll be hot where we’re going.”
“Road trip?”
“No, just tell them we’re going on vacation, and I’m paying.”
Danger smirked at me and then offered her hand up for a high-five. And then, “Kez? It’s me. Danger. Fancy going on holiday? Eula? Right. Gather the crew. We’ll leave at five.”
I should have known that things wouldn’t get easier. What did I expect? I was a Candy Girl. Since when do things ever work out as planned?
Words written today: 2,525.
Word count: 116,697.
Holy crap. This month has been a long one. A really long one. And yet, oh so short. I can't believe it's over already, and it's time to return to the normal world of less-than-deathly amounts of caffeine, sleep and effective homework completion. Damnit. I want to go back to my novelling bliss. Please?
The novel is finished, all 116,697 words of it, and I don't think I'm ever going to touch it again, apart from to post it on the internet (with just basic spell check and formatting). I don't think I want to edit it, because although I loved the characters, and the story, I doubt anybody would really want to read it, and to be honest I wouldn't even know where to begin. It's been tough to write, and somehow I think it would be even tougher to edit. Don't even go there. @_@;
Anyway. Today, then, is my relaxation day. Apart from homework, I shall do nothing but watch TV, go for a walk, go out for dinner and enjoy myself. Though, having finished my novel at precisely eleven minutes past one this afternoon, I've had nothing to do since. I'm almost bored. O_O
Well, it's time for that walk I mentioned, where I can mull over what's happened this month, and then think about going back to work on Medina's novel- which I can't do until I print out all of the 80,000 words I have so far to familiarise myself with the story again. So, I'll leave you all with an excerpt, and go. :)
“I’m not joking, darling,” she said. “I wish I were. Mary says that there’s a two week window between finding out the unfinished business and solving it, or I’ll end up in limbo forever. And the worst bit about that is that I won’t be able to phone you. Limbo after the two week period becomes like-” There was a muffled voice as Mary clarified. “It becomes like prison, in hell. With torture. Lots of torture.” Her voice was weak.
“So I need to go to Eula and track down the next of kin of Florence Blouse to get your money back, in two weeks, or else you’ll be damned for all eternity? Literally?”
“That just about sums it up.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Look, honey, I have to go. My minutes have run for the month-”
“But you didn’t tell me her name, or anything-”
“I have go hon, toodles!”
There was a crackle, and the line went dead. I swore loudly, threw the phone onto the floor and watched as it bounced on the hardwood floor. Danger shrugged.
“What was that all about?”
“My Mum,” I said bitterly. There was no way around this. Whatever higher being there was up there obviously just didn’t want me to rest. Ever. “Hey, Danger,” I said. “Fancy another journey?”
“To Eula?”
“Yes. To finish my mother’s unfinished business.”
Danger thought about this for a minute, and then pulled out her mobile phone. “Sure, why not? It’s not like I’d ever be able to relax in this place again, anyway. Shall I call the crew?”
“Sure. Call the crew. Tell them to pack their shorts and tees. It’ll be hot where we’re going.”
“Road trip?”
“No, just tell them we’re going on vacation, and I’m paying.”
Danger smirked at me and then offered her hand up for a high-five. And then, “Kez? It’s me. Danger. Fancy going on holiday? Eula? Right. Gather the crew. We’ll leave at five.”
I should have known that things wouldn’t get easier. What did I expect? I was a Candy Girl. Since when do things ever work out as planned?
Words written today: 2,525.
Word count: 116,697.
posted by Kitty Taylor at 2:38 pm
4 Comments:
You more or less know my opinion on this, but I say edit and publish. Obviously don’t publish it if the novel is really personal and/or you wrote it for cathartic reasons. But then you’re going to show everyone anyway and putting it up unedited is just self fulfilling as no one will want to read it when it’s rough.
Yep, you’ll hate the editing, but it’s good practice and you can do the same with the re-reading the other one.
Stop avoiding it and do some hard work. ;)
Hard work? You're joking, right? =O
XD
When I publish on Gaia, I have a good few readers, and often when spell checking I get carried away anyway... But, to be honest, my other trilogy is more important and I want to work on that right now. So, I want to get that finished (or at least get this half-finished second novel finished) and then edit. I'll probably edit a bit as I go along, if I get any spare time over the next few weeks.
Man, I hate exams. >_o
I see from the comments you're posting on Gaia...may I read? I do have a Gaia account (WildChildRocker). Anyway, congratulations on finishing!! And on your kickass word count.
Skipper: Indeed! Well, I'm a member of a private guild where I'm posting, but I'll send you an invite to it (because I'm a crew member) and then you can read it there. :)
My username is Psychotic Maniacal Sanity.
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