It's Monday evening, and I am cozied up to my keyboard for what feels like the hundredth day straight working on the Eliminationrewrite. It's the novel's first major edit. And I am once again reminded that writing a novel is a marathon, not a sprint. Somewhere in there, real-life events intervened, as did managing a major home improvement project. I swear I needed thirty-six hours a day to cover everything.
As of this blog, Elimination has swelled to 234 pages. The first act has been professionally proofread and edited. The second act is being rewritten. I'm on page 135—only ninety-nine to go.
I outlined the third act and dabbled with writing bits of it. I delayed the third act to write it concurrently with the first act of the third novel, Bloodshed, since the third novel picks up right where Elimination ends.
My team in New York has stayed in touch with me, eagerly waiting to get their hands on the second and third acts of Elimination. I am working diligently to complete the novel as soon as I possibly can. But I want it to be well-written, free of mistakes, and include the exciting twist I have in mind for the third act.
During the day, I work my full-time job. At night, I work on my other seemingly full-time job. I wake up early, write, shower, then head back to my day job.
If this sounds like a marathon, then I'm going to be in super shape come 2022.
