Remember when I wanted to have Daughters of Britain finished by the end of June? Yeah... those were the days...
I have plenty of excuses, of course - editing a different manuscript, organising my convention season, freaking out about doing a pitch, working full time, martial arts schedule increase from four days a week to five, serious illness in the family and so on. Truth be told, there really wasn't much I could do about the big things. The smaller things, however... I know I could have managed my time better, and it annoys me a lot.
I'm almost done writing the first, but it's taken far longer than I anticipated, and that bothers me. A lot. I hate being late. It was supposed to be away to Beta Reader One by now. Once it's done, of course, there are a lot of things that I have to go back and fix. I have to add in some dates and decide how I'm going to organise the manuscript. I have to remember what's his face's name is and replace all the capital 'C's I put as a place holder until I remembered. The same with the name of the Gaulish city where most of the story takes place. That place holder is a capital 'L.' In fact, there are a fair few names in the same predicament.
Also, I couldn't decide if one of the characters was named Brys, Prys or Rhys. The same guy has three different names in this manuscript. I might change the name entirely, though, to something more in line with the other Roman British names that appear in the manuscript. We'll see. I don't know.
What I'm trying to say is that, despite taking my sweet arse time writing this thing, the manuscript is a hot mess.
It's lucky I love the story.
And even that is starting to wane. After working nearly a year on it, the story no longer seems fresh and exciting. It's old, and tired, and I'm so tired of dealing with it. Ugh. I just want to throw it in a drawer and forget about it for a bit.
Which I will, after this draft is thoroughly fixed up and editing by me (in so much as I am able at this juncture).
You see, even though I whinge and whine and get peevish about it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than writing. And this is a story I've been wanting to tell for a long while. So even though I'm sick to death of this whole thing, and even though my writing has been very sporadic, I will get this manuscript finished.
In honour of this attitude, here is a song: