And now for something completely different:

[wordwhacker]

I am printing out the second draft of Blue Goo. (For the uninitiated, this is my alien adventure novel for kids.)

*insert maniacal laughter here*

I have always avoided printing out my writing, because I am cheap and paper/ink are expensive. But my march break is looking pretty booked up at the moment, and my best chance to read and edit will probably be away from home.

Now I just have to hope to god that I have a hole punch or something.

It just finished printing, and I would be lying if I said I didn't have a sort of Christmassey glee. It may be a teensy novel by adult standards (only 25,000 words - more like a novella) but it's not far off from where I'm going to want it. And it's mine, all mine! 25,000 words that don't entirely suck! Now I get to read, and comment, and figure out if/how/where to refine and expand it.

Red pen madness, here I come!

Comments

[storyfish.livejournal.com]

Yaaaay congrats! Doesn't it feel good? I love having a 200-page novel to tote around and make corrections to in the coffee shops. It feels so much more...official when you have the weight of the paper in your hands. I've taken to showing it off to people. Not, "Do you want to read my novel?" but "Do you want to TOUCH my novel? FEEL it? Just look at it--half a ream, I bet. Isn't it BEAUTIFUL??" Hahahaha!

Cheers, mate!

[wordwhacker.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Totally! It's no longer a series of bits and bytes... but real, (formerly) live paper and ink! Bwahahahaha!