There are a million ways to write a book. You only need to find one — Delilah S. Dawson
Out of the million ways to write a book, I found one for the second novel. And the first draft is finished. Last sentence was typed at 4:07 this morning.
Just a little short on sleep, but long on ambition.
There’s still a ton of shit to do. Revisions, editing, feedback, book cover design, make sure the Spanish I use in the book is more than adequate. Oh yeah, I gotta come up with a title for the book. It’s something I don’t think about while I’m writing but now I have to burn some brain cells in order to figure it out. I suck at titles. But I gotta do it.
It’s Tuesday late afternoon and it still hasn’t really sunk in yet that I finished writing the first draft for my second book. It’s kind of weird. I’ve been through it before. I don’t recall feeling mildly disbelieving that I finished it with the first book. Maybe it has something to do with my characters for this book. My attachment to them, my connection to them is vastly stronger than with the ones in the first book.
Maybe that’s normal. Maybe it’s not. Does it matter? Nope.
I suppose I should celebrate this milestone. I’m not particularly fussy about what I do. Feeling low key right now. My plans for tonight is to do some food prep for the rest of the week. Bake some banana bread, make egg muffins and poach some chicken. Yeah, I know. Scintillating evening. It’s not all food prep though.
I’m trying to take a break from working on the story tonight. But it’s kind of hard when I know there are a few things things I already want to look at and revise. But there are a boatload of movies on Netflix and in my collection that I would like to watch. So, it is food prep and Netflix tonight.
Keeping this post short. Got stuff to do. But a little decompression is in order.