"And now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art."
I can't believe it.
More than one year and 102,170 words later, the rough draft of my novel is finished.
At an average 250 words per printed page (which is what some folks say is typical), that's 408 pages of time-traveling, giant-invertebrate dodging, and cyborg-escaping.
It is also a total mess.
The perspective shifts from first person to third person and back again, multiple times.
A couple different characters take turns playing the role of protagonist.
I also had only the vaguest clue of where the story was headed once I started. Now that I know what it's actually about, there's a lot that needs to change.
So I'm not kidding myself. I still have a ton of work ahead of me.
But still. It's done. The story is there.
Most of the things I've written online are related to my day job. So here's where I'll post about books I read and music I listen to and thoughts I think and probably divulge some tidbits related to the novel I'm writing.