45,918 words later...maybe I can sleep again. Edited four times on the computer, then twice over on paper, I've never edited anything I've ever written with such zeal and dedication. Now I know what Ellis means when he says he slaves over each and every word, the structure and meaning behind and within everything. It's hard, I think, with fantasy, when you have 500-1000 pages. This book is just 148 pages and not fantasy. I have no idea what genre this novel falls into. By far the most difficult and rewarding thing I've ever written. Now comes the fun part. Writing a synopsis for it, the cover letters, the other tedious things that I will begin tomorrow. Right now I'm just staring at the folder this thing is in and feeling very pleased with the last edit and what was changed this version--my version--of the end product. With this out of the way, and it is out of the way, I can start sending tons of stuff out again, as I didn't have the time previously.
I remember the exact night when I started writing this and how everything came together so quickly, and how, from that moment, it possessed me as things usually do. Yes, I've written six novels--all much longer--before this, and two half finished, but that's not something I brag about since none of it is published, and while each "finished" product felt like an accomplishment, this felt like much more. Perhaps due to the subject matter or how mentally draining the novel was to write. Maybe I should write happier things, but that's not me. Maybe it can be at some point in time, but probably not.
I'm thinking far ahead, I know, but this novel will have a dedication page when published. That's the only part left unfinished, in my eyes. In my eyes.
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