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The thing about the homestretch of this particular book is that I have known what it would be for so long, but I never seemed to get to the point of actually writing it. It's like when you pass a construction site every day. Big! New! Thing! Here! Coming Soon! And then nothing for three months, even though the weather is great and the equipment and materials are sitting there. Every so often, something moves around and you think Whoa--today's the day. And what follows is another month of nothing.

Well, I am finally there. I know what is going on with 3 POVs. Scenes blocked in my head. Dialogue. I've been sketching things in, back and forth. Snip here, snip there, as it occurs to me. Blocking it out, putting the easy stuff down. Otherwise I'll get hung up on a word or phrase or passage waaay upstream, and I'll spend too much time messing with it when I should just get on with things. I have a great deal of writing to do over the next 12 or so hours. It will be a very late night. More like an early morning. Celebration of this damned thing being done will include sleeping.

So different, this rewrite. So different. It didn't help that the &*%$#@ thing didn't really start to work itself out until end of May/early June. Needs to be done in early July! Hello!

This really isn't fun. Even though I like the story. This isn't how I would like to work, ideally. Not even semi-ideally. It's how I fit current iteration of writing brain inside current iteration of Life, and all I can say is that I am lucky that people are patient with me.

(no subject)

The thing about the homestretch of this particular book is that I have known what it would be for so long, but I never seemed to get to the point of actually writing it. It's like when you pass a construction site every day. Big! New! Thing! Here! Coming Soon! And then nothing for three months, even though the weather is great and the equipment and materials are sitting there. Every so often, something moves around and you think Whoa--today's the day. And what follows is another month of nothing.

Well, I am finally there. I know what is going on with 3 POVs. Scenes blocked in my head. Dialogue. I've been sketching things in, back and forth. Snip here, snip there, as it occurs to me. Blocking it out, putting the easy stuff down. Otherwise I'll get hung up on a word or phrase or passage waaay upstream, and I'll spend too much time messing with it when I should just get on with things. I have a great deal of writing to do over the next 12 or so hours. It will be a very late night. More like an early morning. Celebration of this damned thing being done will include sleeping.

So different, this rewrite. So different. It didn't help that the &*%$#@ thing didn't really start to work itself out until end of May/early June. Needs to be done in early July! Hello!

This really isn't fun. Even though I like the story. This isn't how I would like to work, ideally. Not even semi-ideally. It's how I fit current iteration of writing brain inside current iteration of Life, and all I can say is that I am lucky that people are patient with me.