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08 December 2007 @ 12:31 pm
nothing else matters  
Yesterday when I came home from leaving the house to write, my parents said, "A manuscript arrived for you while you were out."

Talk about words to strike fear into a girl's heart. *Jesus*.

It transpired, after a moment, that it was a manuscript I've agreed to read for possible cover quotage, and nothing needs to be done with it immediately, but for one panicked moment there I couldn't figure out what the *fsk* manuscript I could be receiving--HOUSE OF CARDS, for one impossibly-last-final-this-time-we-mean-it look? THE QUEEN'S BASTARD, with some hereforto unlooked-for horrifying mess in it? What the *hell*?--and dear *God* did that send me into the depths of dischair.* That funk stayed with me for hours, too. Man. That sucked!

Today, though, I'm writing the epilogue of this book. I have not actually finished the last chapter and a half, mind you, but I'm writing the epilogue, which I believe is guaranteed to make people (possibly including my editor) go AAAAAAAAAAAGH WAIT WAIT YOU CAN'T STOP THERE! Oh Yes I Can. :)

In a little while I'll be done with that, and perhaps I'll go out to coffee with irishkate, and then I'll come back and finish at least the half a chapter that I wrote this morning before becoming distracted by the epilogue, and maybe I'll write the other chapter today too. The denouement, which word I cannot pronounce, and have in fact just learned how to spell properly (I always thought it was spelled denounment, which, I'm sure you won't be surprised to read, is also how I say it), if you will.

I have, in other words, reached the Novelist's Event Horizon. The end of this book will always be a moving distance away, except I think it's in fact only a chapter and a half away, and even if it is an undefinable, constantly moving distance, the very fact that there is an end in sight is enormously relieving, and somewhat mythic in its unlikelihood. I have been working on this book since February and have rewritten it six times to get to almost-the-end. I am feeling a state of beatific calm right now, rather as though someone has removed the back of my head and replaced it with a direct connection to cerulean waves washing upon sandy shores, and possibly a soothing voice whispering promises of freedom at the end of a long, hard haul.

Also, sometime today I believe a blog interview with me will be going up at The League of Reluctant Adults. I'll make that link an actual direct one to the interview when it goes up. (There we go, the post is up: Interview with CE Murphy, Writing Dynamo (their words, not mine!))

Now I'm going to drift back to my epilogue, and my chapter, and when I return I will perhaps be done with this book.

ytd wordcount: 253,300

*as a child, I was pretending to be very sad about something, and slid further and further down in my chair, finally proclaiming, "I'm sliding into the depths of dischair!" I still like that one. :)
 
 
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dancinghorse: levadedancinghorse on December 8th, 2007 03:58 pm (UTC)
I love your ending image. Mine comes as a feeling--gravity melts away and I start to float.

Will you get, like, an actual break after this one?
kitmizkit on December 8th, 2007 04:32 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately, because this book is so very very late, what I will have is another six weeks of *extremely* intense writing to try to get the book that's due Feb 1 in more or less on time. On the positive side, I'm really looking forward to writing that one, and the synopsis for it came together really easily, so I'm hoping that bodes well.

The next one after that's not due til June, and is only 110K, which combination, at the moment, seems like a walk in the park.

And after that I don't have another book due until 2009.

Thank *God*.
dancinghorse: firedancinghorse on December 8th, 2007 05:04 pm (UTC)
Oh Yeah. We all need a break. I had so many deadlines through the past six months, with delays and latenesses, that I was at the boiling-brain stage.

Do allow yourself time off. Your brain will thank you.
kitmizkit on December 8th, 2007 05:25 pm (UTC)
It is my most fervent hope, and current plan, to take next summer *off*. There are about three hundred projects on back burners that I would like to attend to, and which I am impatient about leaving on the back burners, but at this point I am realizing that they'll still be there three months later, and a summer of reading and going outside and playing and doing photography and going to Comicon and *not writing* will do me far more good than getting one or two more projects on the front burners.
hegemony hedgehogagrimony on December 8th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
Denounment: The occurrence (two r's seems so excessive there)wherein nouns are removed from a novel. :)
kitmizkit on December 8th, 2007 05:00 pm (UTC)
Exactly! :)
dancinghorse: smiledancinghorse on December 8th, 2007 05:06 pm (UTC)
I love it. "Was born. Lived. Died. Came back. Haunted hither and yon. Dead again now. Will be back."

Why, it could be the Next! Hot!! THANG!!!
Harold Zablehzatz on December 8th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
...depths of dischair...

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!