NaNoWriMo, Day 30: 2159/44006.

It is not done.  But it is almost done.  There are in fact about six thousand words left in the story, because we have gotten to the point where the nature of the final strike will be revealed to our heroes, and they will go out to thwart it.  Plus an epilogue.  In other words, the goram thing will be done by Sunday and I am not feeling bad about it in the slightest. 44K and almost done for a first try is respectable. Besides, it’s not like I get any prize money if I got to 50K.

So there it is. I finish the book, resolutely not look at it for a couple of days — I said a month, but that’s ridiculous.  The point is to get this puppy into publication shape, so that’s what’s going to happen — and then we go on with the process. And have things get a little more back to normal around here.

Tweet of the Day, The Mask Slips On The Flat Earth Society Twitter Account edition.

Yeaaah. Those guys played a good game, but I can’t suspend my disbelief anymore.  Not that I disapprove, really.  I particularly find the blue check mark entertaining.

NaNoWriMo, Day 29: 1084/41487.

It’d be longer today, except that I am trying to decide whether to kidnap our heroes and take them to the final showdown.  Yes, that’s normally a no-brainer, except that it doesn’t quite work in the story as written so far.  Trying to decide how to go with that requires sleeping on it, I think*.

41K. I can see the end from here!  …Thank God.

Moe Lane

*Also, I have Patreon obligations, and I had to finally finish one of them up today.  I’ve written something like 3K words in total today, which ain’t bad.

NaNoWriMo, Day 28: 1691/40763.

Yeah, I’m definitely getting sick of the sight of this book. It’s very exciting! Soon I will dread it.  All of this is apparently par for the course when it comes to the publishing process, which is why I’m so pleased about my adverse emotional reaction.

Close to 41K. Oof.

NaNoWriMo, Day 27: 1706/39072.

We are getting towards the end, and I’m actually starting to feel that ‘sick of writing this book’ sensation that supposedly writers feel. I’m certainly ready to actually work on something else at this point; there are a couple of short stories that have occurred to me, one involving a pun-filled title. So love that news or dread it, as you please.

39K. Groovy.