You know. Start to finish. A whole book. One of those things.
It's number ten for finished drafts. Ten books. Wow.
You will excuse the choppiness of this post. I wrote 60,000 words in seven days. I need to go to the store and stock up on some more; the word cupboards are quite bare.
I don't say this to brag. It's crazy, even for me. Only two of my ten manuscripts have been written comparably fast--PARANORMALCY and MIND GAMES. Both came to me in a deluge, the stories spilling out as fast as my fingers could manage.
SUPERNATURALLY, ENDLESSLY, Isadora's book, and the sequel to MIND GAMES I was working on (before this story descended like a swarm of locusts onto my brain) all took significantly longer. I had to set aside time to write. I had to force myself to plot, and work at it, and be disciplined enough to choose to get the writing in instead of napping or watching television or sitting on the couch staring at the wall.
But sometimes I get an idea and a voice that demands I do nothing else, and I have learned to oblige. My kids get to watch a lot of movies, and my friends ask if I've been sick, and I do not sleep and I forget to eat and the days pass in a mad blur with one foot in this world and the other foot in a world that exists only in my head.
Have you ever tried to stand with one foot shoved into your own head? IT ISN'T EASY.
Anyway. Now comes the crash where I sink off the story high and begin to wonder if I was out of my mind to think it was as special as I felt like it was when I was writing. I have pages of notes on what I already know needs to change, and I'll start at the beginning and read through and make those changes and hopefully find something magical.
This all has to be done quickly, of course, because locust-swarm-books are inconvenient things and I have copyedits for MIND GAMES needing to be done and a few other very pressing projects waiting, not to mention the book I am actually supposed to be drafting right now.
I used to do a sum-up of books when I finished. I'm not sure how to do that with this one. It's a strange book. I hope it will be the Mysterious Fourth Book of my most recent deal with HarperTeen, but you never know. All I will say is:
Plus imperialism and sexism and romance and a mathematician heroine. Do with that what you will. I will be over there. Asleep.