What a day this was. A marathon writing session of about seven hours puts me just below the fifty-thousand mark, and things are definitely moving along. This might have been the heaviest bit of writing I’ve ever done; it may take a while to come down. By far, the darkest I’ve ever gone. We are approaching the endgame, and the pace is crazy.
When I look back at how long it’s been since the germ of this project first planted itself, I’m humbled. That it is nearing completion (the first draft, at least) has my mind wandering to some much-needed down time, which is quickly followed by thoughts of the next project, which is already parked on my beloved dry-erase board. Waiting.
So I have an editor, a very good friend from a writing course at school from a couple of years ago, who is herself a fantastic writer. I feel really good about this collaboration.
But first, dinner beckons. I’m freaking starving.
