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The last time I got to the end of my first draft of a novel, I cried. And moped for days. I’m hoping to avoid that this time around, but still haven’t figured out how. I’m approaching the end of the new book, and I find myself trying to delay the inevitable. Writing scenes I …

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  File this under More Bitching About Writing a Sequel. Over the summer I wrote a post about my writing rituals and the magic number of words I needed to write to feel I was ‘done’ for the day.  When NaNoWriMo came around in November (the same month I published Schooled) I thought about taking …

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I finished my book this week. I typed “The End” and it was done. It’s not finished by any means. It’s not even ready to go to my copy editor yet. But as far as telling the story? It’s over. When I hit the halfway point, I was energized and ecstatic and predicted that finishing the whole …

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Writing a novel is a daunting task. Beyond inventing a story and characters that you feel are solid and that you’re willing to spend a lot of time with, it’s a long haul. Thousands and thousands of words stand between you and your finished novel. Writing the first paragraph seems like a commitment to finishing. …

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