The Home Stretch

I’ve reached 42k on my WIP. The little story that was really, in my mind, only going to be no more than 25-30k has taken on a life of its own. Why does that not surprise me? I have no concept of short when it comes to writing. It’s either a one parter/flash fiction type short, or it’s novella/category length. For some inexplicable reason I can’t do anywhere in between. Could it be because I talk too much?

When I talk I tend to babble. I’ve been eying my WIP carefully to make sure I’m not just babbling, taking up space for the heck of it. Honestly, it wasn’t supposed to meet any large word requirement. My publisher would have been happy with 20k. So I think it’s just the life of the story. It’s sprouted wings, so to speak, and wanted to be told this way. Who am I to argue? I only end up with a migraine when I argue with my characters.

These two in particular (my hero and heroine) are quite the pair. They make me laugh and shake my head at their antics. Just when I think they’ve outdone themselves, they do something even more ridiculous. It’s amusing, really, how they’ve completely taken over the pages. I like them far more than I imagined I could. The first few glimpses of them to my CPs seem to be positive as well, so that makes me feel good.

I had a dream last night that reminded me why I’m doing this, why I’m killing myself to make this happen. In my dream, my book was at my bookstore. And my co-workers had read it and were telling me they really enjoyed it. They were even recommending it to some of the shoppers. In the end, the feeling of holding it in my hands and having people tell me they really loved the character, in particular *this part and that part* made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Accomplished. It was a great dream.

My deadline for it is on Tuesday. New Year’s! I’m close. Really close. In fact, as of last night, I hit the climax. Now it’s a matter of putting them in a huge pickle and daring them to get out of it. And there’s this scene at a train station that I’m supposed to make happen, but I’ve yet to decide just how I’m going to do that. I’m going to scour Youtube for a few scenes from old movies and see just what an action scene in 1940-50 was supposed to look like. 😉

So anyway, wish me luck guys. Cross those fingers and toes. I’m at the home stretch. I’m almost there. I just have to persevere a few more days. I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted. Wouldn’t it be great if I could finish the story BEFORE the deadline?! That’d be something else. lol Let me not get ahead of myself.

I hope you’re all having a great weekend!!!

P.S. Image in honor of Cora Zane’s HILARIOUS kitty shots. They always make me laugh.

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