I did it. It’s done. My first draft of book two is complete. Finally. Things went smoothly until the end. Life just went kind of crazy and stuff kept coming up every night not giving me any time to write. I’d only have less than an hour and it always takes me a little while to get into the groove of things. Once I’d get in the groove, my time would be up. I sighed a lot during the last twenty or so pages of writing. Hopefully that doesn’t come out in the book. And everyone sighed.
I ended up with 193 pages and 80,228 words. Crazy. It’s bigger than the first book! And hey, I wrote all 80,228 words myself. I did with the first book, too, but it’s just wild to think I wrote that many words. And they aren’t just random words. They actually make up a story.
If I’m going to be honest here, I cried a lot in the writing of book two. Sometimes out of sad scenes, sometimes out of frustration. But I’m a chick, so crying comes standard. But I love this book more than book one. I think I had more fun with it. There are certain characters I love writing and a new one is introduced in book two. I was sad that some of my favorite characters from book one aren’t in book two that much, if at all. But such is life.
I’m anxious to see what my two rough draft readers think of book two. I’ve been giving them pages as I write, so they are both at least half way done with the book. So far, I haven’t heard too many complaints. But they haven’t read the end yet with all the sighing. And a big twist.
Now I need to do another edit of book one before I do my first edit of book two. I also went off track and wrote the first 2,200 or so words of book three. I really didn’t mean to. I was going to wait and give my brain a break. But then a scene came to me, so I sat down and wrote it out.
We’ll see if I can get through both edits without writing more of book three, but I’m not getting my hopes up. I don’t trust myself.