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I think I have just finished my WIP, SHE ALWAYS WORE RED. I sat here today, polished the ending (which didn’t get solidified until the third draft), and kept checking my skeleton. The bones fit.
Then I went over my “to do list”–check my notes in my notebook, on all the scraps of paper littering my desk, changing my double hyphens to proper em dashes, checking the emotions (I tend to short change ’em), and making sure I got rid of all the weasel words I’d capped.
And then it hit me–only four o’clock, and I think I’m finished. I wrote my editor and told her to expect the ms. tomorrow–I’m still going to print out a copy and sleep on it.
Right now I can’t think of a single way to improve it, but I’m sure there are dozens. My brain, however, cannot hold another revision thought, so it’s time to move on.
How do you know when the time comes? You just do. And you pray you never hand a book in unless that point comes.
BTW, I ran a spell check and got all those lovely statistics–this 110,791 word manuscript was only one percent passive, with 11.5 words per sentence, and a reading level of grade 4.6. LOL! And that was with quite a few medical terms!
But boy, it feels good to be done (at least, until I get my revision letter). Because there’s another book or three waiting to be written . . .