I may be a little premature in saying this, but I can almost see then end of this draft. I passed into the final third over the weekend and I feel like I’m finally in the home stretch. It’s definitely coming easier now that I’m back in the editing groove (funny how that works) and it’s amazing how everything else tends to fall into place when I get my writing head on straight.
One thing I’m extra excited about is when I finish this draft, I’m going to PRINT IT. The ink for my printer in Mexico was too expensive to print anything but the necessities, so my mom printed one draft for me last winter, and one draft of my first novel the previous visit home, and that’s it. I haven’t even printed my short stories.
My office has a giant mongo printer (which, yanno, I think I’ll call it Mongo) that prints something like 20 pages per minute and it’s a heck of a lot cheaper than an office supply store. I’m holding myself to the September 1st deadline for edits, but I think I’ll allow myself the days between then and Labor Day weekend to do edits on the hard copy.
You know what this means? I finally get to use a red pen!!