Exciting, no? To finish that first draft? It's my second completed manuscript, and yet, writing that final word this time around felt just as good as the first--better actually, as the writing feels much stronger. Dang, you learn a lot writing that first manuscript. I wrote that one in nearly the same amount of time as my latest one, but it was double the size and filled with painful adverbs, cliches, and info dump that required a heavy-duty sledgehammer and chainsaw to remove. And still, it will require some overhauling to make that sucker roadworthy. But my second manuscript? It took me exactly six weeks and three days to complete, coming in at roughly 90,000 words, and baby... it's
Finger-licking sweetness!!! I LOVE THIS NOVEL!!!!!
That adrenaline rush only lasts until the editing begins, so...let me revel a bit. On that note, in honor of my latest accomplishment, I thought I'd sit down and have a little chat with Anthony, one of the two main characters in this manuscript. Some of you might remember my first chat with Anthony, which occurred even before he appeared in the book. He was not all that thrilled with me then, but I've given him Scarlett since then, so, well...you'll see.
Anthony: So, what? No "I told you so"?
Anthony: But what about all that "you'll thank me for every last one of her breaths" BS?
Me: [shrugs] I'm not petty like that.
Anthony: You're such a li--
Me: I told you so!
Anthony: I knew it. [smug grin]
Me: Whatever. I was right.
Anthony: And she only has two breasts, FYI.
Me: [arches brow] I'm waiting.
Anthony: For what?
Me: Your eternal gratitude. And for an explanation--gads man, what have you done to yourself? [flicks a finger over the ring on his lip]
Anthony: [smiles a wicked half-grin] Scarlett likes it.
Scarlett: [pops her head in through window] Don't be such a douche, Ace, and tell her why you got it.
Anthony: [strokes thumb over Scarlett's lower lip; smug expression softens] Letti, you're supposed to be waiting in the car with the others.
Scarlett: Yeah. Right.
Me: When did you guys come up with nicknames?
Anthony: You don't have to know everything, you know.
Me: Uh, yes I do.
Scarlett: No. You don't. [winks at Anthony; face flushes pink; lowers gaze to the floor]
Me: Scarlett. [frowns] You didn't. [gaze alternates between Scarlett and Anthony] Anthony?
Anthony: [averts his gaze to the floor] ....
Me: Anthony! What about all that "not until I have something more to offer you" BS? Huh? Huh? Look at you--you look like a frigging degenerate with that thing on your lip. And that shag...gads...what's wrong with you?
Anthony: [sighs; shakes head] Back up, Letti.
Me: Anthony, don't you dare. I'm not kidding. This was not part of the plan! You do not TOUCH her. I'm not kidd--where are you going? Don't friggin--what the hell?
Anthony: [Climbs out the window; straightens himself; pats Scarlett on the behind]
Me: [leans out the window] Anthony, this is not in the plan! Do you understand! It's frigging YA! You hear me?
Anthony: [Takes Scarlett by the hand and leads her towards car; without turning back, gives a one finger salute above his head with his free hand] ....
Me: Mother-effing randy teenagers. Seriously.
Gads, I love being a writer.