I Want to Hold Air In My Hand

DONE!

I’ve finished the first draft of  my novel.

Final word count:  53,212 words.  That’s after spell checking to try to get most of the partial words taken care of.

After double spacing it so I can work on editing, it’s over 170 pages.  I printed it all out and had to get a second cartridge in for my printer. And I had to find the back-up paper, since I ran out of the stock of paper I had next to the printer.

I’m just so damned happy for this.  Not only do I get an awesome meal, paid for by my mother, but I get to say that I actually completed a novel… or at least a novella.  No, it’ll be a novel when I’m done with it; I got right near the end and things that didn’t click into place finally did.  I know where my antagonist comes from, how he came to be, and I know why he’s wanting to destroy all the humans that are on the planet.  Which is kinda nice… I mean, it’s good to know why your antagonist is anti-people; I mean, if it was for a stupid reason, you’d want to know, right?  Especially if he just magically pops up and starts trashing stuff.  But no, I got an idea for how he came to be and some other scenes that should be included.  I figure the final wordcount might be as high as 75,000 for the second draft… possibly not that high, depends on how much I cut out.  Like the smut scene.  Yeaaah, that’s being cut.

::bounces around:: I’m just so proud of myself.  So very, very, very, very proud.

Mom’s proud too, even if it means she has to buy dinner.

And I don’t think Ben’s ever been prouder than I am.  Maybe he’ll buy me dinner… or better yet, cook me dinner, if I get published.  I’ll have to ask.

– – –

VAST – Free