My friend Gethin got me thinking about it and, what the hell, i’m only juggling:
- three short story collaborations,
- getting all my stories in the mail,
- querying agents for my last novel,
- writing the next one,
- revising short stories,
- writing new ones
- AND traveling Europe.
I think the time is right for me to write an entire (at least) 100 page graphic novel in the month of April.
It’s Script Frenzy, my friends, and i’m doing it!
So, along with all my usual European adventures, expect to hear me whine about my insane writing schedule and updates on my (dubious and hastily written) graphic novel. Whew! Artists take note, i’m looking for ya when i get this thing done.
Ok, i’m off to write the first 8 pages.
My novel, gently edited by one, or both of my little bundles of joy. Where’s the water bottle?
I can only say…
95,110 words, the last two are THE and END.
Is it perfect? No. But it has some good stuff in it, i think. I’m going to quickly and obsessively look over the scenes (throw a good ten or twelve of them away probably) for a day or two and then send the whole mess to initial readers.
Valerie, E.J., thanks for the motivation! You don’t get the $10 each, but E.J. gets Charles Darwin and Valerie gets an Asian guy with an afro!
Thank you all. It’s been a hard process, i couldn’t have done it without you.
Check in tomorrow for a novelburns update. New exciting surprises coming!
Like the climactic final scene in the action thriller, i have to satisfactorily end my novel and write at least 3000 words doing it.
Which action thriller is that?
I mean it’s like a show down between me and Valerie and E.J. I have my laptop and they have … wait … where is this metaphor going?
I need to hit 95,000 words and THE END. Otherwise, i owe them each $10.
[Imagine that whistling music from “The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly”]
Let’s see what happens…
I’m literally at the end of the climactic scene, which is, oddly enough, really hard to write. I actually only managed to meet my wordcount by going back and padding out some earlier scenes. Ah well.
But i did it. Thanks for playing, J Peters, but the ten dollars stays home.
But you get … a giant eyeball!:
Tomorrow, i HAVE to finish the end. No excuses.