So, the Winter of the Novel is almost over. Spring arrives in about a week and a half. Where does the novel stand?
Well, I’ve edited the bulk of it and spent a lot of time parsing out what (out of everything I’ve written) belongs in this novel and what belongs in the other. I’ve also written about 50 or so pages, and that’s pretty good for me, productivity-wise, so yay. Thirty-seven of those pages are typed up and living in Scrivener now.
Is it done?
Ha ha, no. Not hardly. But it’s coming along, and I may even be ready to begin the final act. Not sure, though. With all the parsing and such, I’m not really clear on how the thing flows anymore, so the next step in the plan (and I’m hoping to have the first 4 parts of that step done by the start of spring) is to:
- get everything typed up that needs typing,
- including all of my scribbled edits, most of which are not in Scrivener
- print the results out, and
- give to R, alpha reader extraordinaire, so he can read it in its new form (however long that takes), and then
- discuss what needs tending to and where to go next.
- Go there.
Seems like a good plan. Here’s hoping it works.
In other writing news, I sent back my galley comments for Winter Well this week. It’s a gorgeous book with really cool stories therein; you’re going to want to read this.
I’m also pondering submitting something to Crossed Genres’ newest anthology in the making, Long Hidden: Speculative Fiction From the Margins of History. More than pondering; there was actual writing last night. We’ll see how that holds up. Gotta say, it was interesting to switch gears from future dystopian USA to early 19th-century England. That might explain the strange dreams I was having early this morning, none of which I can remember now. Should have written them down!
Want to help make Long Hidden an even better book than it’s already looking to be? Chip in, why don’t you? I did.