I finished the first draft of my latest novel yesterday. One hundred and two thousand words (it had reached 106K at some point on the weekend but I trashed a scene that really didn’t work for me at all).
Now I can write whatever I want!
I hate that.
This is a dangerous time.
It’s the 31st. It’s a brand new day. I’m flush with a second back to back NaNoWriMo win.
The manuscript is not done however and I’ve put in another 500 words this morning and more are coming. I know that if I stop and take a break because I’ve made the word count, there’s a chance I won’t finish the book. It would be a shame. A finished first draft is easily moved up on deck when you decide to revise it. An aborted draft is just, well, unfinished and it’s hard to put a decent ending on something when you let it sit too long.
Whereas, you should let a manuscript stew a while before going back for revision.
So how did August go in general? Impressions and thoughts below:
Mine is right with me. It’s Towel Day!
Douglas Adams is a huge influence on me. He was taken from us too soon.
The Basement Office 