State of the All the Windwracked Stars
The astute among you will notice that that represents a gain in word count and a decrease in page count. Well, you see. A funny thing happened when I moved the file over to my desktop and opened it in the copy of Word here.
I've been working on the file mostly on my laptop, but for some reason the little portable computer is not congenial to the thinky, the last couple of days. Maybe a hot thing on my lap is not happy-making in this weather? Anyway, the meat-puppet was cranky and distractable.
So, at first I had resorted to handwriting, which was working pretty well, but then I thought, well, what happens if I take it to the Real Computer try there?
And la, wiktory.
But somehow the file got 25 pages shorter when I moved it over. All the data is there; the wordcount continues to climb nicely. I dunno, man, I just work here. But I don't really mind, because I can use those 25 pages, I think, and come in just about where I want to be in terms of page and word count.
This is really the homestretch now. I've hit the point of the book where I have written down every single scene or set of scenes I still need to write; I have a list of them, and chunks of actual wordage interspersed between. There are about 19 scenes left in this book, and some of those are written, in the original bad draft in the wrong point of view. But the important thing is, I know nearly everything that happens and why. (The how
may need a little work: for example, the scene placeholder for tomorrow morning's work reads: "insert daring hexcape.")
I am so
ready to be done with this thing. But novels do not finish themselves, and so... And so tomorrow morning I will get up and make some tea and insert a daring hexcape. Because that is what I do.