Well, I thought the day would never come, but finally, after a marathon writing session this week, I've finished the first draft of Blood of the Heart! I'd always heard that the last chapters of a book often come all in a rush, and mine certainly did (I blogged about my last few days of writing here, at All the World's Our Page.)
It's 43C today (that'd be 109.4F for those of you north of the equator) and all I feel like doing is turning the airconditioner to "freeze" and sleeping out the day.
But I won't. I can't. I've worked out I only have 5, maybe 6, scenes left to write and my SFD will be done. Finito. But there's a catch - in a mere 15 days, my offspring will be home for summer holidays, and writing with them in the house is just a no-can-do, for me.
Can I do it? Finish this thing in 15 days? I bloody well hope so!
But it was Sunday, and the parents dropping in with cake, donuts and other bribes was a trifle hard to ignore. And it was 35 C , and the steam-cleaning I'd promised the winter mud-smeared carpet on the stairs was well overdue.
It's been pretty quite round here. It's all good - I'm still busy typing my fingers to the bone, getting closer to the end of my first draft. Yay!
And a really cool new venture has also been keeping me busy - a shiny new blog that three of my writing buddies and I have just launched, All the World's Our Page. I'm super excited about hanging out with three exceptionally talented writers - Jennifer Hendren, Kristen Callihan and Claire Gregory - who love to yak about all things writing as much as I do. I'll still be blogging here, by the way; but in the meantime, come over and say g'day (or bonjour!) at All the World's Our Page.
I'd love to catch up with you there!
P.S. Did I mention we're giving away books? Lots of them, for the next few weeks. I do love a book giveaway ... pity I can't enter!
I've been pretty slack about blogging of late - ok, please don't choke laughing at that understatement - and my role as forum goals mistress has been executed with an appalling lack of application.
I'd like to say why I've been so lax; but call me nuts, I don't want to jinx myself. So, let me just frame this all in the negative - so that karma doesn't up and bite me on the arse - and I'll leave you to read between the lines ...
My writing is NOT going well. [g]
In fact, I did NOT just write 3000 words today that I'm pretty damned pleased with. [bg]
At the rate I'm writing, I will NOT finish this book by the end of the year. [vbg]
So, please excuse my silence. I'm just busy NOT writing a book.