Book 2 Draft 1 is complete at 50,004 words. It is not perfect, but I never expected it would be. Show me someone who writes the perfect first draft, and I'll point out that it probably took them 20 years to do it.
There is a lot of smoothing to be done, details to be added, and probably I will end up with a completely different story when I eventually go through and do a second draft of the thing..... Kind of like when I did a second draft of my FIRST book. But right now I feel better about this one. I think that's just denial. Time and space will reveal how horrible it actually is. For the moment, I am proud.
Thank you to the hundreds of people who endured my word count posts on Facebook. I know it is one of the many reasons you hide me in your newsfeed, and I love you still. Don't expect me to like the accomplishments you are proud of, but we're still okay. Haha. But, seriously, thank you for your encouragement--especially those who have no idea what I'm talking about most of the time. Yes, I realize that's most of you.
(Is it weird that I still get surprised when people say, "You're writing a book?" I've kept it this big secret and all.... ;-) )
And even though I'm not 100% he deserves it, I'd like to say thank you to my amazing husband. He's my biggest fan, always, and yet he gives me so much grief about my starting on a second book when I haven't published the first. There's a method to my madness this time, dude. Take a chill pill. Just for your impatience, maybe I'll start writing installment three.
The flu has made me testy, my bad.
Tomorrow--today, officially--I will rest and do whatever it is when I'm not worried about self-imposed deadlines. It likely involves mountains of laundry and even bigger mountains of pet fur lurking in every corner of the house. Exotic, I know.
Unless I decide to do something really crazy like enter this contest, in which case I would have to forego said piles of things and figure out stuff I've never done before (pitch and picking an excerpt).
Tonight, I sleep.