“Lonesome Cove” is finished, for the most part. I typed the last word not ten minutes ago. What a relief that is. I put in eleven hour days for the last five days and produced on average 4500 words a day just to get it done, damnit.
But they are GOOD words, and in the right order, and I promise you’ll enjoy reading it as much (and hopefully more) than I enjoyed writing it. I’ve got another day or so of rereading and adding a few bits here and there before I send it off to the editors, but it is done!
And man, was that a tough gig. I am wiped out. My back hurts, I’ve had no exercise and it seems even my dreams conspired to keep me pumping out the words. I didn’t have to spend much time thinking about what I was writing; in fact, it was just the opposite. I had to slow my typing way down or waste a lot of time going back to correct typing errors.
The words were already written, somewhere way in the back of my lizard brain. I just had to let them out slowly so my fingers could keep up with the flow.
It’s a fine story indeed, and I am tickled pink to know that I had a hand in writing it.
Two very long years of writing, and a long, hard slog at the end to get it all down on ‘paper’ (sic).
But it is done, now.
As I mentioned earlier, I still have to reread it, make a few corrections, fill out a few bits here and there and then write the Dedication, Acknowledgements and Author’s Note pages, but the story itself is done.