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selenayMy rough draft for Marvel Big Bang went in two hours before the deadline but it's in and, most importantly, it's a complete draft. Woot! Yesterday morning I was fairly sure it would be missing a scene from one chapter, but I managed to get that scene written last night (and rewrite sections of three other scenes, which I totally hadn't thought I'd get time for) so the whole thing went in.
Then I sent it again because I accidentally sent versions 1 and 2 of chapter eight and no chapter eleven. Oops.
(Yes, I version my drafts. I'm a software developer. We version.)
I'm pretty sure the whole thing is filled with spelling mistakes, typos, horribly clunky sentences and small plot holes I intend to fix in editing so my poor artist(s) isn't going to get a beautiful fic but it should be good enough for arting :-D
Tonight I plan to print off the chapters I haven't printed yet and then I can panic and flail for a while before starting to read it over the weekend. All my focus has been on getting the words down so I haven't gone back to read chapters since I finished them. This will be my first chance to get a feel for what I've done on the fic as a whole.
Current plan is to read go once to get a sense of how it reads and make some general notes about any big issues. Then I'll read it through again and this will be where I make all my big, detailed scribbles all over the manuscript. This will be when I make notes on all the small things I mentioned and need to keep consistent, count up bodies (don't ask), and write "JESUS FUCK WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??" in various locations.
So, yes. Editing. This will be my life for the next little while until I've got the MS into a beta-able state.
But I'm not doing any of that until Monday at earliest. It's my Friday off work tomorrow and I intend to spend the day reading books and fic and watching a shitload of completely mindless trash on the TV. Saturday is comic shop day and then an afternoon at the movies with friends. Sunday is probably for sleeping.
For the first time in my life, I kind of understand what Elizabeth Bear means about post-novel ennui. I just want to hide and turn my brain off for a couple of days because the push to get so much writing done in a short period of time has drained me completely.
But I did it. I wrote an actual novel with a complex plot structure in three months. Eep!
Then I sent it again because I accidentally sent versions 1 and 2 of chapter eight and no chapter eleven. Oops.
(Yes, I version my drafts. I'm a software developer. We version.)
I'm pretty sure the whole thing is filled with spelling mistakes, typos, horribly clunky sentences and small plot holes I intend to fix in editing so my poor artist(s) isn't going to get a beautiful fic but it should be good enough for arting :-D
Tonight I plan to print off the chapters I haven't printed yet and then I can panic and flail for a while before starting to read it over the weekend. All my focus has been on getting the words down so I haven't gone back to read chapters since I finished them. This will be my first chance to get a feel for what I've done on the fic as a whole.
Current plan is to read go once to get a sense of how it reads and make some general notes about any big issues. Then I'll read it through again and this will be where I make all my big, detailed scribbles all over the manuscript. This will be when I make notes on all the small things I mentioned and need to keep consistent, count up bodies (don't ask), and write "JESUS FUCK WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??" in various locations.
So, yes. Editing. This will be my life for the next little while until I've got the MS into a beta-able state.
But I'm not doing any of that until Monday at earliest. It's my Friday off work tomorrow and I intend to spend the day reading books and fic and watching a shitload of completely mindless trash on the TV. Saturday is comic shop day and then an afternoon at the movies with friends. Sunday is probably for sleeping.
For the first time in my life, I kind of understand what Elizabeth Bear means about post-novel ennui. I just want to hide and turn my brain off for a couple of days because the push to get so much writing done in a short period of time has drained me completely.
But I did it. I wrote an actual novel with a complex plot structure in three months. Eep!
