I’m writing up a storm over here! Seriously, I had to stop myself the other day because I was getting nausea and headaches from staring at my computer screen for so long. Solution: print out story to work on it by hand. Booya. Nothing can stop my drive!

Except sleep. That’s sort of essential. And… maybe food? Water would be good, too. Perhaps responding to people to let them know I’m still alive is a wise decision, as well. All things that sort of pass me by once I start writing and enter into the fabled “zone”. But it’s not just the rough process of cranking out a first draft for a novel that is taking up my days, it’s all the behind the scenes stuff of trying to build up a writer persona. Today, I actually breached a line I never thought I’d cross and created a twitter page. A twitter page. Yes that’s right, I tweet now. Well, I’ve only tweeted once, and honestly I’m cool with that.

But I also cranked out my daily quota of 10 pages in the rough draft. Not counting the pages I outlined by hand and not counting the dozen or so pages I wrote then deleted once I realized they were not working for the story. I was content with that story, but not with another. Greyheart. That story of brutal, elven combat and death mocks me as it sits so freaking close to being published it hurts. You remember me talking about Greyheart, right? The story this guy is from.



So after I finished writing about thieves and questionable magicians, I switched over to Greyheart to work on…

…drum roll, please…

I mean it, do a drum roll.

…THE FINAL DRAFT. However, I thought I was working on the final draft three drafts ago, so that just shows you how good I am at editing.

I assumed that after all of the edits I’ve done so far on this bad boy that I wouldn’t be messing around too much in this final draft. Perhaps change a few sentences here, reword a paragraph there. But then this happened.

So much edit.

So much pen.

You see that? That’s progress right there. So I ended up working on that for a lot longer than I thought. Which sort of stinks, you know? But at the same time, I really want this to be something that is… Good. No, not good, great. I want this to be something that I am damn proud of, and I don’t mind if that means lots and lots of hard work. I’m invested in this and I’m going 110% with it.

But I am wise enough to know when the edits I’m writing don’t make sense because of lack of sleep and my brain is muddled. Therefore, friends, I depart to a land of dreams and uncomfortable mattresses. Till we speak again.

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