Awww… mauling…sad face.Many of you noticed I have been absent. Many of you probably noticed I haven’t been posting very many reviews in the month of December. Well, there was a reason, gentle readers. A very, very good reason.
I have been writing. Fiction writing, and not *indicatestheblog* this kind of writing. And I have been utterly absorbed by this project.
What happened was this. I used to write 10+ years ago. I stopped for a long time. I was completely uninspired. I thought I would never do anything that was non-critical, non-epistolary…not anything even close to what I have been doing, well frankly, ever again. I realize that statement is über dramatic, but it is fact. I thought I had lost the ability to construct stories. I have been semi gutted over this lack of production. However, I had accepted it as the way it was. I grew up, I stopped daydreaming.
I stopped being a lost boy and I became a pirate.
Well, as of yesterday, as of hours ago, I did it. I finished the first draft of a piece of fiction. Not only that but I finished the first draft of anything I have ever completed that was not a short story or a poem.
Yes. I am pretty excited about all of this. I have written *gasp* a novel.
What does that mean for all of you folks? Well, very little in the scheme of things. What it means to me is that I have done something that I have always wanted to do. And because of that I am very, super proud of myself. I came up with the idea for this project on December 1st, 2011. I started writing on December 2nd after the beekeeper and I hashed out an idea, considered how cool the telling would be, and came up with five other ideas to follow it.
For the record – Joe the Beekeeper is a fucking saint. When I said that someone should write this idea he looked at me and said “why not you, Krys?” He gets many cookies for that.
I finished the project yesterday, January 5th, 2012. The first draft is “complete” at 109,000 words. Approximately.
So, what can I tell you about it now? Well, very little. I don’t want to give it away in the event that I…ahem…try to get it published.
O _ O
Wow, there’s a thought. Published. Me. This girl.
(Who has two thumbs and just finished her first novel? This girl.)
What I will tell you is this – The story itself is based on a fairy tale. Frankly, it is a retelling of one. It is adult. Because the themes are adult. And, more to the point, because there is actual fucking in it. And, it’s a standalone, which means it has the words “The End” at the end and I don’t intend on revisiting it.
And there is a lot of me in it. A lot of me. I wrote this book for myself, because it’s what I would like to see being written right now that is not being written.
So, what happens now? Now we edit. And re-edit. And re-edit. I have people reading the draft as we speak. And then re-reading. And criticizing. I have asked the readers to tear me a new one on this project.
I have people reading words that I never thought I would write.
109,000 words… in 34 days. In just under 5 weeks. I wrote the first 50,000 in 19 days. That’s the equivalent to a Nanowrimo challenge in under 3 weeks. My best streak was 10,000 words in one day’s time. I wrote a lot in 34 days. Some of it is even good. I wrote the first 100,000 words in one month’s time. That’s twice the Nanowrimo challenge in one month’s time. That’s not just beating Nanowrimo… that’s bludgeoning it to death with a nail bat. I just did it a month late. Unintentionally.
I did it, world. I did it. In 34 days.
I am so fucking, unbelievable, damn proud of myself.
The Neil Gaiman motivational pic designed was designed for me by the illustrious Greg Baldino, who has been kindly filling in for me while I was WRITING and not READING. I will return to my normal life here soon. However, in the most crucial moment of work when I needed it most, Greg was here for me.
Thanks Greg. For everything.
(Follow him on twitter at @gregbaldino.
For now… we bliss out for the next few days. And soon… we attack the damned pile again. With a vengeance. It’s been a month since we have read much at all. We want books in our life again!
Even if it is our own book.
… My own book… That thought makes me incredibly happy. Squee!!!!
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