April’s end was all about taxes. Taxes, taxes, more taxes. I filed my fiscal 2016 taxes on the 29th of April (due 30th). Yesterday I filed my HST 2016 report (due June/2017), and I am officially done with taxes until the same time next year.
Before taxes consumed four days of my life, I finished Cast in Deception.
HOWEVER… when I say I’m finished, what it means is, I’ve figuratively typed “the end”. I have gone from page one to page 500+. When my editor says I’m finished, it means an entirely different thing.
When I say I submitted Cast in Deception (which has not happened yet), it means that, having typed “the end”, I have started at the beginning again. I have revised the first draft, and in theory caught all of the small mistakes that I made while trying to get to the end. I have finished, but not submitted.
Preparing the manuscript for submission is what I have been doing since before taxes, and have been doing after.
So: I have not yet started on the Severn story; I need to submit this manuscript to my editor, where it will be her problem, not mine, for a few weeks.
Elsewhere I have said that my worry-brain and my story-brain are the same thing. This is not true of all writers; there are some writers who actually write better when real life is causing huge stress, because writing becomes a de facto shelter, a place that is safer. I would love to be that writer, but our processes are unique, and our own.
I wrote the first half of Cast in Deception in a state of extreme stress – and O.M.G. it shows. I have never made so many scene-blocking errors in my entire career as I did in these ten chapters, I swear. By scene blocking, I mean: I have two characters standing outside a room waiting for back-up, and then — in the next scene — they are in the room, without back-up. It’s not the larger picture, but the smaller picture. I can’t hold entire books in my head at the best of times — but I have never had a problem holding a mere one thousand words in my head, before. So: now I am fixing those, and shaking my head at #pastme. There may be swearing at #pastme, as well.
I have added 20k War words during April as well, but as often happens when I hit the end stretch of a book, I had to put War aside. (Endings eat my brain. In a good way.) I have hope that I will be finished War by the end of June (I think it’s 70k words to the end).