the lamenting of their women...

I hit 40,000 words on the thesis last week, and I have my second real critique on Friday morning.

If I keep going, I may be able to get this finished, at least draft-wise, by Christmas. Which is when the whole project, as the first draft, is due. MEEP. It's made so that I supposedly have 4 months to edit it and have it "finished" as it'll be by presentation time.

And then hopefully I can start getting letters out, and then start working on Nocturnal Melee again, which, after being read by a friend, wasn't as finished as it should have been to warrant sending out to agents. SO. The book has been reoutlined again, keeping 80% of the integrity of the product finished in February, and expanding on it so much that the ending of the manuscript is now about half of the book instead.

Things will work out. I have to keep telling myself that. NM may not end up being the debut novel I had intended it to be, but it'll get done. And The Suits will get its ass in gear.

At least the process actually calls for and instigates the growth I'd always found so hokey when writers talked about it. Yay for maturity, or something of the like.

Also: Stephenie Meyer Day in Forks? Full of hilarity.