Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Precious and Fragile ThingsAs of one minute ago, I have typed the final sentence in Precious and Fragile Things. I'm done. In just a teeny bit over two months, I've written 85310 words.
I'm done, but far from finished. The book, of course, needs extensive editing. I like this part, knitting together my incoherent thoughts and making them fit. I like going back to where I was in the beginning and fixing it all up real purty, like. Adding in the parts that need to strenghthen the story and cutting the stuff that doesn't.
I like doing all that work, though I HATE adding it into the computer, line by line, sometimes letter by letter. In the end, though, it's worth it. And right now, I feel pretty good about this book. I feel like I know who this woman is, and what she wants and what she needs. She's imperfect, but grows and changes. The book's sexy, a little bit sad, and touches on issues of self-worth and self-esteem, and what people look for in life and love.
It's not a romance, not exactly, but it's about relationships.
I only hope I've pulled it off. All I know is, that when your sex scene makes you feel like pouncing your husband and your death scene makes you sob, either you're hitting the nail just right, or you're just so much in love with yourself there's no hope for you.
Dang, I hope it's the nail thing.
Ooh, there's a girl in a very cute outfit walking by. It's just like something I'd wear, a cute little t-shirt and a short denim skirt. YAY! SPRING IS HERE!!!!!!!
Spring is here, Passover starts tomorrow which means cooking and superduper cleaning, BUT BUT BUT I have finished writing my book, my....
SEVENTEENTH completed novel!!!!!!
Seventeen completed novels. One unfinished novel at 2/3 completion, one at 1/3 completion. FOUR anthologies of short fiction. Two unreleased novellas and one unreleased short story, all three due out this year.
Am I missing something?
Dang.
Precious and Fragile Things is my 17th completed novel.
If all goes well, it will be my eleventh published novel, my fourteenth published full-length book if I count the anthologies.
And I still don't feel like I have a freaking clue about what I'm doing. Not one. *flails*
Excuse me while I gnaw my nails in a frenzy of self-doubt for fifteen minutes before I dive into the first read through of this monstrosity I had the audacity to call a novel.
Catch ya when I'm on the upside, ya'll...
M
