I was quite hopeful that I would have most of my book done this weekend. It is the second time writing the thing, and since I started last summer, it is the longest I’ve taken to finish a book since I started writing nearly 20 years ago.
I find myself frustrated that I’m still writing the book. I want to put it away and work on something new.
But I know myself. I am linear. I finish what I start and move on. Always going forward.
Each book teaches something. Sometimes I don’t want to learn those things.
Or maybe I don’t want the Syn-Ens to end. You would think as a writer I can choose to continue to write the series. But this book is where the story fairy packs up her magic dust and sprinkles it on another field of imagination. Sure, there may be a spin off of the children and the frayed threads left behind the Meek being reborn.
But it won’t be this year. Probably not even next.
In the meantime, I blocked out the rest of the book. I thought I had 9 chapters to go.
Turns out there are 11 left, which means probably 15 or so to go. This after already writing 32 and about 85K words. Before the end of the month. That’s my new and improved deadline. Smashed in there with 4 days of Phoenix Comicon starting on Thursday. I will do it. I need to move on. I need to say goodbye.
Wish me luck.