Nov the Third
It took no less than twelve full hours, Journal, but I have completed the second draft of The Face of Fear. Whole thing done in one shot, boom. BOOM, MOTHERFUCKER! BOOM, BITCH! Tell me I did it wrong, tell me I’m squandering this opportunity, tell me how to do things more like you so you don’t feel that inherent difference between yourself and I! Go ahead, tell me! Don’t look into the face of fear, just let it whisper in your ear and guide your actions, tell me how to live my life you little biiiiiitch!!!
Lol. I’m pumped. I’ve never worked for that long in a single sitting. I added more to the book than I thought I was going to, but not more than I added in the first draft, which was technically the third because of those stupid Scrivener readthroughs. I’m definitely never doing that again, it was so pointless. You can only do so much to a body of writing when you’re reading it in separate chunks like that. I think. I’m still new at this so I don’t really know, and I feel like it’s important to keep reminding myself of that because this is my first book and all and no matter how glorious I believe it is (and I definitely believe it’s glorious, or at the very least worthy of glory – the book itself, not me) I am definitely new to the world of novelwriting, but… where was I even going with that?
Oh yeah. So I feel like, in the editing of a manuscript which will become a book, it’s imperative to read the thing as a book. Like, as one body of text. Yeah, it’s broken up into chapters and subchapters whether I read it in Scrivener or Word, but in Scrivener it’s on totally different screens. On Word it’s just on different pages, and if I zoom out then I can see it all. Like, the changes I made in the Scrivener readthrough are pishposh compared to the changes I made when the thing was finally in Word. I feel like the novel is perfect right now, truth be told. I’m still going to get the proof copy so I can see how awesome the final product is go’n’a look when it’s published, and I’m definitely going to do the proper third draft, but like. Yeah. The Face of Fear is more or less done. Just one more readthrough and I’ll be golden, baby. I’m not going to do that in one shot, either. Since it’ll be the physical copy, I’ll take my time with it.
Or maybe I’ll do it in a day. Time will tell.
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Shit, Journal. It’s damn near three o’clock in the morning right now, and I am wide awake. I know it’s Nov the Third, but I don’t even know what day it is. I spent my day in The Hillside Commons, and I had a blast. In the words of Stephen King at the end of his “On Being Nineteen (and a Few Other Things)” Introduction to The Gunslinger: I had the time of my life. I wrote my novel – after never taking a single writing class and then flunking out of college, I wrote my fucking novel – and I had the time of my life doing it.
Now, I get to read it one last time as a real-life physical book, and then it’s going to be published. Fuck the fuck yes.
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~
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