I finished editing chapter 16 today. It was as messy as I thought it was. Chapter 17, the last chapter of the novel, is likely to be just as messy. But it’s still THE LAST CHAPTER.
I’ve had a really good day today. I’ve worked on the novel all day long. According to the word count I only added 237 words to this chapter, however, I know that I also replaced and rewrote a bunch of the existing words as well. Feels so good to work like this. And only one more chapter to go.
If all goes according to plan, and I’m not just working on the day job all weekend, I should finish the novel this week. And while that’s very exciting in and of itself, it also means that I’m going to be able to start WRITING the next novel next week.
Do I have some trepidation about starting the next novel? Of course I do. I haven’t consistently produced fiction for months. All I’ve been doing is rewriting. I have started three or four short stories, and a lot of the rewriting involved writing, but still, it isn’t the same. I don’t know if I’m going to spend the first week priming the pumps and cleaning out the sludge, as it were, before I can get to the real writing, or if I’m going to sit down on day one and just start. I have a lot of pressure built up. I know what that first scene is going to be. I’ve been daydreaming and plotting out things for this novel for, well, almost a year now. The start is near. And I am both scared as well as exhilarated. Time to go jump off that cliff, form my wings on the way down.