Okay, so the home stretch is a long damn stretch for me. Something just shy of 20,000 words in five days. Well, now I’ve managed to whittle that down to less than 15,000 words, so I feel pretty good. I have to say this, though: not writing for three or four days at a time is a bad idea.
I just finished writing the epilogue, which is the bit that comes after the end. In my case, the epilogue doesn’t feature any of the main characters, so I really didn’t have to know how they fared at the end in order to write it. Which helped more than you might think, because though I’ve got a vague idea of how I want to wrap this thing up, I haven’t fleshed it out too much. I will say that writing the epilogue has helped to establish a couple of events that must happen prior to the end of the novel, so I’ve at least got some direction. I may write the rest of the thing backwards, starting at the end and working toward some point in the middle.
And the heat is on.
Not a major concern, just a bit of added ‘urgency’ to your writing. Creativity can skyrocket in times like this.
The real kicker would be a full mental shutdown including a custom fitted jacket with the never-ending sleeves.
But not on your first novel.
… on the street
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat’s so loud, deep inside
The pressure’s high, just to stay alive
‘Cause the heat is on.
Go! Go! Go!
Git ‘er done!
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