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Guess what?
Oct. 7th, 2004 12:58 pmI wrote a book! Again, I mean.
Sampo: 124,500 words in rough draft form. 639 pages in manuscript format. Longest thing I've ever written (especially if you consider that it goes with Thermionic Night, which is almost as long; I once considered them one book). I swear I'm writing a children's book next. And some short stories. Things that fit in my head in their entirety.
It is, I will swear to you as its fond mommy, a freakin' disaster. But it's my freakin' disaster, and revisions are for cleaning up disasters, right? The end of a draft always makes me optimistic. Exuberant, even. Because I know I can do this part. I've got something to work with. I have a Chapter 52; now it's just a matter of making it a good Chapter 52.
Not right away, of course. First I take some time off and celebrate and get a little mental distance. And sleep past 5:30 without waking up, one hopes.
Wheeee! Book book book book book!
Excuse me. I'm going to do my book-finishing dance now.
Sampo: 124,500 words in rough draft form. 639 pages in manuscript format. Longest thing I've ever written (especially if you consider that it goes with Thermionic Night, which is almost as long; I once considered them one book). I swear I'm writing a children's book next. And some short stories. Things that fit in my head in their entirety.
It is, I will swear to you as its fond mommy, a freakin' disaster. But it's my freakin' disaster, and revisions are for cleaning up disasters, right? The end of a draft always makes me optimistic. Exuberant, even. Because I know I can do this part. I've got something to work with. I have a Chapter 52; now it's just a matter of making it a good Chapter 52.
Not right away, of course. First I take some time off and celebrate and get a little mental distance. And sleep past 5:30 without waking up, one hopes.
Wheeee! Book book book book book!
Excuse me. I'm going to do my book-finishing dance now.
