In the last two weeks, I’ve had zero time to write as I’ve been working on different projects/obligations. Knowing that there was a predestine slump, I had pushed hard on myself to complete Bohr’s Bathos before I was drawn into life. I did well, but I didn’t finish the manuscript in time to avoid the two week hiatus. I ended up with the final three chapters staring at me as I moved in and out of my office. Just sitting there, on my desk, was my notebook with the completed outlines staring at me and begging to be turned into words on a page. So today, after a long week of work, I made a pot of tea, drank a coffee, and cranked away. As always when finishing a manuscript, I slowed as each period took me closer to completing this project. Each sentence leading me to an ending that I didn’t want to happen – not the real ending in the piece but the end of writing this manuscript. It will have revisions, edits, and maybe some additions, but I know the story is complete.
So the first draft comes in at a whopping: 106,724 words. My second longest manuscript (though not even close to my longest – off by about 20,000 words).