I finished it last night!
It took me 6 days!
To be fair, most of the work was done. I just had to thread everything together and add in a few additional scenes.
Most of you who have talked to me during the process of writing this manuscript are fully aware it has not been the easiest writing experience of my life.
So I can't really explain how I feel now. Relieved definitely.
Obviously the hard work is far from over but I am immensely happy the first draft is DONE.
As explained in the last update, this is a novella. It is considerably shorter than the other two books in the series but I didn't want to stretch the story for the sake of it. There is a loose end in this book but that is because that particular character is getting their own book which will finish off the series.
Apart from the "tie up" novella to smooth over all the bumps in the series. So that will go back to the Stella/Marcel situation.
This is way in the future however. I will be turning my attention completely to Paper Dreams and following that, finishing my zombie story which is half done.
Tomorrow, I'm launching a new schedule in this blog. Monday I will post whatever for #MondayBlogs and Friday will be #FridayFun —I have no idea who owns that hashtag but I'm using it for my purpose anyway, which is to feature other writers—whether that be through interviews, snippets of their work or guest blogging.
I'll leave you with a teeny tiny part of All The Games.
Anger. I can do anger. Sadness is what I feel way out of my depths with. I think he sees the fire swirling in my eyes, or possibly the steam coming out of my ears because he stands and backs up a couple steps.
“Sheri . . .”
I cross my arms and wait for him to finish whatever pathetic dribble he was planning on tainting my ears with.
Only he doesn’t say anything and all of a sudden I’m crying.
And not just any kind of crying. Ugly crying.
In front of Link. Snot, puffy eyes and nose. The whole deal.
I cry so hard my whole body aches and Link is there, stroking my hair and whispering soothing words with his raspy voice in my ear. I'm not sure how his lips end up on mine, but they brush tentatively across the length of my lips first and then he is crushing me and moving them against me firmly. He slows his kiss so that is now torturous in its tenderness. I taste something in this kiss I can't name . . . but I know no other kiss with any other person on this entire planet will ever measure up. It's so beautiful I almost weep, even though my urge to cry vanished as soon as he kissed me. We are both trembling messes before long and we chuckle over the trembling. Then we are fully laughing and moisture leaks from my eyes. I pretend it's from laughing so hard but truly it isn't.
I'm crying happy tears.
He kisses them, soaking my moisture onto his lips and the moment is both the single most touching moment of my life and the corniest. I am about to crack a joke about how he is acting every bit the cliché when he kisses me again and I forget my own name. I don't just feel his kiss on my lips, it goes deeper than that.
He is kissing my soul.
The words he whispers in my ear travels to my heart where they will stay forever. Stamped on there for me to keep always.
© Lo-arna Green