I’m still pinching myself- though not literally, because that would hurt. It’s a grand total of 162,563 words. Right now, I have no idea how many will go or stay, or if there might be more. *gulp* I’ve decided to put it away for a few weeks before I look at it again, in hopes of gaining at least a tiny bit of objectivity. In the meantime, I’ll get started on the first draft of book two. I have most of the important scenes planned, and I’m just going to dive in. Right now, my NaNoWriMo word count is at 66,219, so I’ll see if I can get to 75K or beyond. I feel like I’ve got momentum right now, so I’ll try to capitalize on that.
The last few weeks have been amazing. If I ever had any doubts about this being the right thing for me, they are gone. Writing the last quarter of the book was exhilarating, sometimes terrifying, and overall, very emotional. I cried while writing a fair number of scenes. I cried while thinking about them. I didn’t really talk about them, because that would have made me cry, too. And yesterday, when I had written all but the epilogue, I was in a real state. I didn’t want it to be over. Oh, I know I still have a lot of work to do, but for the first time in my life, I could type “The End,” and feel like I had a complete story I could be proud of.
Of course, the story is far from completely over- there are at least three more books in this particular one, and I could write more if I wanted to follow the next generation even further than I’d originally planned. But the first book is special somehow, and right now it’s hard for me to imagine feeling the same way about anything else. And it still remains untitled, though I think I’m getting close. I’ve been rooting around in the Old Testament, looking for likely phrases, and have found a few. So far, they all fit later books, so on the bright side, the next three all have titles. I’m just trying not to be too anxious about it. I still have time.
Perhaps it’s premature, but there are some people I want to thank. So picture me at a podium wearing a fabulous dress, if you will.
First of all, none of this would even have started if it weren’t for my wonderful husband Ben. (Today is our third anniversary! He works really hard so I don’t have to do anything except write. He never stops encouraging me and lets me blather on for hours about stuff that probably makes very little sense, even to me. I am so incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful man supporting me in this.
I also want to thank NaNoWriMo for showing me that I don’t need to wait around for inspiration. If I sit down and write every day, the story will come. Having access to their super-supportive community was eye-opening and very motivating.
I really kicked into high gear this last summer, thanks to two groups. The monthly writing challenge on Twitter has helped me write every day. I can count on the fingers of one hand the days I’ve missed in the past three months. There are some true professionals in that group, and watching them finish and publish work on a regular basis has been very inspiring. It’s also a lot of fun to post my word count every day and get a bunch of encouraging tweets in response.
The other group was Weekend Writing Warriors. You’ve probably seen the eight-sentence snippets that go up every weekend. It took some courage to put myself out there the first time, but it was one of the best things I ever did. It helped me realize that I’m probably not writing complete crap, and should keep going. And again, seeing everyone in the group make progress is really motivating. when a lot of that progress involves actually finishing books and getting them published.
I’d also love to thank the lovely Calensariel. I only “met” her online recently, but then met her in person a few weeks ago. She’s been the best cheerleader, sounding board and kindred spirit anyone could ask for.
Well, that’s a lot of thank-you’s for a book that still has many serious typos and continuity errors in it. There will no doubt be another round after I’ve exhausted my beta readers. But it goes to show you that while the writing itself might be a solitary pursuit, it’s certainly enhanced by the support of friends, family and other writers. And now I’d better stop before I get all choked up again. 😉 If I keep this up I’ll have to change this blog title to the Weeping Writer!