#draft!
Well, 74,716 words later (that’s about 315 pages) and I’m willing to pull the zipper on this bag and call it a draft. As of about (say…) 15 minutes ago I hit “Save” on the last chapter of the first draft of the novel I’ve been working on for the past year or so. It feels good to call it done — even if “done” here translates a bit more accurately as “rough around the edges, polished at points, and perhaps even a little threadbare but still a start-to-finish story”.
I’m going to go take a break from it before coming back for revisions. Hopefully my break is long enough to get some feedback from folks. (Let me know if you’re interested in a downloadable copy!)
Send me a copy!
March 6th, 2006 at 4:41 pm[...] Almost two weeks ago, I announced that I’d completed the first draft of the novel I’d been working on over the past year. I had a few folks query me about the download for the complete PDF. To those: Thanks! To everyone else, here’s the first 503 words: The fires in the Port Calvert Asylum burn the greenish-yellow that the mind paints on the word sick. You can see them burning in the refugee camps scattered just inside the perimeter fence — green-yellow tongues singing their songs to the sky and stars, anthems and laments both carried in the thinnest, whitest smoke. The sick green-yellow flames were produced by a log that was essentially a giant, arm-sized bean that the branch of the ICCC running the Port Calvert Asylum had had genetically engineered to provide ample heat and light while producing a minimum of ash, smoke, and other waste. We knew this because it was our co-op that grew those beans. [...]
March 16th, 2006 at 10:29 pm