The Labors' End

The deadline arrives at midnight.

Three weeks of frantic writing, cutting, pasting, re-cutting, repasting, binning it altogether, then dumpster-diving to get it all back will mercifully come to an end.

The Hushing Days will be done tonight!

All that’s left to do is the last chapter (reasonable, don’t you think?) and, well, the first (this is why I’m on a truckload of Prozac, ok?).

If I do indeed get novel #18 done today, I will post the news here on my blog tonight. You’ve suffered through well over a year of me writing this behemoth, it’s only fair for you to be among the first to celebrate its end.

So, keep your fingers crossed that I’ll see you tonight!

Until tomorrow (or tonight, please, please let it be tonight)…

Chloe

Cut!

I do enjoy a fine set of scissors. I’m forever cutting out pictures and sayings from old magazines and tacking them in journals, notebooks, box covers and the like. Inspiration, you know?

Scissors, though, are rarely allowed within eyesight of my manuscripts. I’m a hoarder of words and once I write something down I plan to keep it until the pauper’s grave has me. (Bad, bad writing form, I admit.)

So, I was thoroughly surprised to find my scissors heading toward The Hushing Days (long-labored book #18) with glee yesterday.

In fact, I actually posted a net loss in word count Thursday… and was happy about it.

I believe I’ll take this as a sign of my maturation as a writer instead of as a concerning dip into self-mutilation.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe