Ten. That's all I have left if I'm going to make my self-imposed deadline for getting the murder mystery turned in.
Right now, I'm calling it Trigger Point.
We'll see if they
a) accept the thing and
b) if they keep the title.
To date, the only book they've kept my proposed title for is Band of Sisters. And my husband came up with that title (I stink at them).
Long-time readers might remember that I submitted Spires of Stone with a header description of, "My Salt Lake Temple Book," and that then an evaluator came back saying, "It needs a better title."
Um, YA THINK?!!! That wasn't a title.
After I submit Trigger Point, then I can (I hope!) move on to drafting again. Drafting is where I get my lifeblood. Drafting is when I'm happiest. It's when I'm not losing my mind . . . it's when I'm most ME.
But I don't write on Sundays. So really, nine days.
Scratch that. I also have two field trips between now and then (trying to spend time with the kidlets when I've been so busy). That effectively erases two more working days.
Can I do this in SEVEN? Time will tell.
The book is written. But I have about six inches' worth of critiques to go through, plus about 50 or so pages to revise that never did make it to critique group.
I'm motivated to make my deadline, mostly because I know what's on the other side: FUN.
It boils down to something pretty simple: If I do THIS, then I get to do THAT.
Drafting is my play time. It balances me in a way nothing else can. It's hanging out with people I love (fictional though they may be) and coming away with the rush that only creating something new can provide.
Be sure leave a comment on last Friday's post for a chance to win a prize:
- one of my books if I fail to meet my deadline
- chocolate (for both me and the winner!) if I do make it.
Count on someone winning the chocolate, because I'm seriously motivated. (It's scary what a little bribery can do for one's inner writer.)