Late Saturday night I finished implementing all the edits from the beginning to end read-through, before sending the manuscript back to Kerry for a second pass. At this point The Last Track is in her able hands. Though I’m not sure exactly when she might finish, a matter my instructions no doubt greatly frustrated, unless Divine Intervention smites me, the agent will have the manuscript for further consideration before I leave for Moscow in late December.
The nicest thing about finishing up is that I can work on something else. And oh man, do I need to disappear in a new project. God damn. It’s been nearly four years since I started the novel once known as Velocity, the sequel to an unfinished manuscript I walked away from to protect my sanity. Yeah, I don’t feel old reading the previous sentence, I swear.
And now a beer before bed…or I’ll have dreams of Kerry’s pen dicing the pages like this:
I know how you feel about wanting to start something new. My problem is that now I’ve finished one novel, I have another 2 or three that need some more work.
On the one hand, three novels sounds like a good problem; that’s multiple stories to refine. And at least they are written already. But I can also appreciate how the sheer diffuseness of reining in three manuscripts might be overwhelming.