Around 2:00 p.m. today, I wrote the last line of the third novel. (Which was, incidentally, "And that's good enough for me." Who knows if it'll still be the closing line by the time the book gets published.)
I was tempted to go back to Chapter 1 and start editing it, immediately, but saner heads prevailed. Instead, I listened to some music for a couple hours and then laid down for a nap until Vicki woke up for dinner, shortly after 6:00. Tomorrow I'll begin the editing process, and hopefully produce a second draft by sometime next week.
As I mentioned to my brother over e-mail today, this is the time with each book where I experience the worst doubts about it. I've written it all down, but no one else has read it yet (not even Julie, this time around). So it could very well be total crap, and I just don't know it yet. Months from now, it'll be done and published and I'll start getting lots of feedback to help me get a better sense of how it works, as a story. But until then, this is such a cold and lonely vacuum to work in.
For the record, then: novel # 3's first draft was completed on March 1st, 2013.
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Congrats to you on #3. I'm looking forward to reading it. Perhaps as early as Sunday night?
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