Many a sleepless night
A terrible thing happened.
It's not like it was famine in a third world country terrible, but I'm a person who believes that even if it could be worse, it still sucks, and it's important to honor that. (More on that at a later date). And so at this moment, I'm honoring the suck that recently transpired when I finally sat down to complete my final draft of Lullaby.
Are you sitting down for this? Because I was, and it still hurt.
A while back, I read through the entire novel and made loose, general notes about what needed to happen to get it to the finish line. And to be clear, "the finish line" for me means "ready to query agents and feel semi-confident about sending off pages." There were some typos and grammatical issues to fix, and several sections that I wanted to rework or even flesh out a little bit, but it was close - I'd say about 12 hours worth of work from being ready to start shopping it. I waited a very long time to sit down and do this work, largely out of fear. I stalled. I worked on a new project. And then when the new year rolled around, I said, "Enough is enough!" and vowed to get back to work.
But when I went to find the PDF with the notes I'd made for the 12 hours worth of work...it was gone.
I looked everywhere. It's not like me to lose a document, because I'm usually very thorough about saving my work in multiple places and backing it up several times. But it's gone. Really, truly, legit gone. And instead of 12 hours of work, now I have to read the entire book again and, as it's turning out, line edit it again, because apparently that's what I do and it's nearly impossible for me to stop.
I'll admit it, I really wanted to bury my head in the sand and drink. And play video games. But I dove in. I'm about 22k words down the line, I'm losing sleep, and I'm bound and determined to get it done.
Wish me luck.