All of the writer’s block I have has dissolved. Seriously. It started last week when this one freaking scene, not the ending, this one scene in the middle of the freaking BOOK finally came to me. I started writing and by 3am I not only had 2,000+ words down, I had an entire amazing plot hole filled. It wasn’t even a hole…that part of the plot didn’t even freaking exist until I was writing the scene. It was like, ta-da! That meant though, that I had to read the rest of the book and fix the plot where necessary. It wasn’t a huge change when it came down to it, but it required some edits. Then I figured out yet another transition I was missing. Ding ding ding! And the end, oh the end scene! It’s almost done! Legit almost done. I wrote quite a bit of it, but I need to let it settle and fester and make sure I like it tomorrow.
I had decided I was going to make the draft 65,000 words because agents and publishers don’t like reading long manuscripts from first time authors. Yeah…oops.
*Twiddles thumbs* I’m trying to tell myself how long other YA books like Mortal Instruments and Divergent are, and that it’s not as long as though. It’s only about 320 pages. Sounds ridiculous to think it is 320 pages when sometimes I thought it wouldn’t move passed 200.
So it’s now bedtime. It’s a quarter to one and I have about three or four horses to ride tomorrow and then I plan on being a hermit and FINISHING THIS DAMN BOOK. SERIOUSLY. By Sunday night this book will be DONE. I will send it back to my mom (and now my dad wants to read it) and perhaps a book loving friend and then begin my query letters!
I will be a published author. I will be a publisher author. I will be a publisher author.