Faerie has chicken pox.
UGH! My poor baby is covered in spots. And tomorrow is her birthday.
Plus, my MIL is now reconsidering coming down here to watch the girls for the Big Formal Christmas Party next Friday. She’s had chicken pox but isn’t convinced she’s immune. So we’re kind of frantic and hoping Faerie gets over it quickly so she isn’t contagious anymore by then. Grr!
But…I finished Unholy Ghosts last night. Of course I think the entire ending is a study in suck, but then I would, wouldn’t I? We have a final word count of 81,135. A bit short, but I know I have some stuff to add, so I expect it to roll in around 83k.
I’m pleased about one thing, though. This seems to be a pretty clean draft. Obviously it needs editing but at least I’ve advanced beyond the “write numerous unnecessary scenes” stage. Although only going back and rereading will tell me that for sure.
So it’s done. I believe it took 9 weeks total, but in actuality 8 due to kiddie conflicts. I would say now I can relax, but c’mon. We all know I’m going to be editing and thinking obsessively about the book at least a few more weeks.
Super Finished Metrics
New Words: 4,438
Total wordcount: 81,135
The Good: We all lived, and now we get to do drugs and have sex!
The Bad:Ghost planes, earthquakes, horde of black magicians, superevil entity
The Gross:Worms under baddie’s skin make it move
The rampant drug use:Generic pills
Location: Haunted airport
Downspeech:“ Ain’t a usual kind of night, leastaways.”
I Hate My Work: People are going to think you can’t properly finish a book, because this is so dumb. Way to ruin a great story, lame-o.