As much for my sanity as for anything else, I decided it might be fun to keep a diary of my final week sprinting to turn in this draft of ALIVE. I’ve promised the book to my editor at Disney-Hyperion by January 13. Somehow, it took me until Thursday night to realize that January 13 is next week! It sounds so far away when you’re only at January 3rd.
This will be the first time my editor sees the whole story of ALIVE. I sold the book on a 180-page proposal, somewhat unusual for a debut, but not unheard of. It wasn’t until late November that we decided I’d actually turn in the whole book before receiving my first edit letter. So here we are. Saturday.
Today was rough. I woke up at a reasonable 8:30 am intending to get a good chunk of work done before my husband woke up. I *did* get a ton of work done. Two hours worth. Woohooo. Super proud. Yay, go me. Only my laptop does this weird thing where a red light goes on and then the touchpad mouse starts to work and there’s no way to save anything and I’ve never learned how to fix this other than a hard restart. And because I’m me I hadn’t pressed saved in, I don’t know 1.75 hours. And so I lost everything. And I was, to put it lightly, dismayed. But this one was entirely my fault.
Then…oh then…THEN, I realized that somehow the draft I emailed to myself from the office on Friday didn’t contain the changes I’d I’d stayed late to complete. Oh boy. Deep breaths. I decided I would go to the office and see if maybe I left it open on my computer and that’s why the changes hadn’t been in the emailed draft.
I went to the office. The document wasn’t up. In fact, the computer said I hadn’t made any modifications at all on 1/4. I searched and searched and learned about document recovery. Nothing. I still have no clue what happened. I had written a new chapter in a separate file, so that was there, but none of the other changes to the main draft. Skynet technology had officially conspired against me. It was now late into the afternoon and I was starting off at a worse point than where I was two days earlier.
Not to mention I had a very bad ulcer flare up Monday through Wednesday of this week (yeah, valuable days off work), which had killed those days for writing. All the sudden I went from feeling in a good place, to in a horrible place.
So, my goal this evening (aka a Saturday night) was to end the day ahead of where I had started on Friday. Which meant re-doing a day and a half of work. Excruciating. I’m happy to say that I’ve done that. I don’t know if it’s as good as the first time I wrote it. I do know it’s different. But I suppose the only way through is through.
You’ll be happy to know that I think I’ve learned how to fix the mouse issue. So hopefully that won’t happen again. No sense in obsessing over what I can’t change. I’m at page 238 of 275 revising with 2-3 large chunks of new writing to add before I write The End.
I wore: Red sweat pants and a blue T-shirt. Both clean.
I ate: kolaches, tamales, tea, english muffin (am about to go treat myself to ice cream)
I listened to: my husband watching football & FIFA soccer on Xbox (neither were distractions)
Goal for tomorrow: Complete all new writing except for last chapter (this is…ambitious)