From Eccentric Flower
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Strangely, this is far from the only time I have put in a 10,000 word day. Word count is never the problem. Quality of those words is the problem. As noted elsewhere, the novel below was savaged by a beta reader, which was one of many nails in the coffin of our friendship, but unfortunately a number of his objections were right - and that novel sits, awaiting the serious revision it needs, which will probably happen approximately never.
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Thirty
I was going to write tonight about my weekend, really I was, and all the rain and other wonderful things. But I did not, and I apologize to the Monday morning crowd. You'll just have to wait until later. You see, I spent the day (and the night) finishing the novel instead.
Yes: I have finished the novel. Aedie has traversed his last plot point. Done. Thirty. Amen.
Of course, I strongly suspect that the book loses steam from the get-go and gradually turns to dreck the further you go into it ... and I am not at all sure how good my ten thousand words of sustained output today will be, because I am understandably delirious.
Yes again. I have gotten up from the computer today only to get food and coffee. And here I am at 70,000 words, with a novel that hit every plot point on cue and runs like clockwork - except that I don't know whether the clockwork will hold anyone's interest or not. Since it's mostly just one person's character development, nothing else. A lot of talking. No car chases.
But that will all be hashed out as people read the MS and slash it to pieces and I rewrite. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
But not right now. Right now it's two a.m. and I'm going to sleep.
More in the morning.
© Columbine
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What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from ...
- T.S. Eliot
from "Little Gidding"
This is not the end. It is not the beginning of the end. It is, however, the end of the beginning.
- Winston Churchill
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