I finally finished my redraft of novel 2 after a frenzied week off, during which I rewrote at least 2 chapters a day, no excuses.
My motivation for pulling out all the stops?
I wanted to get it finished before Christmas so I can have a proper break without thinking 'how on earth am I going to tackle that scene?'
Although I worked my socks off I did, masochistically, enjoy (most of) it. Not only do I thrive on self-imposed deadlines (despite moaning 'I don't want to work on my book today' to anyone who'd listen) it was refreshing to work on my novel, and nothing but my novel, for a whole week.
Without work interrupting for 8 hours a day I was able to hold the storyline in my head and live and breath my characters. I expected to feel nothing but relief when I reached the last chapter today but, not only did I tear up mid-scene, I also felt a massive adrenaline rush when I reached the end. This isn't a first draft, it's a redraft, but I still felt the same kind of elation.
So what now? Well, I'm going to take a well-deserved break over Christmas. I promised the redraft to my agent and editor for the 1st of January so I'm going to grab a couple of days once Boxing Day is over to re-read the entire novel and make any needed tweaks and then off it goes.
I'm visiting three different cities in the UK over the Christmas period - and am very excited about it - so fingers crossed the snow doesn't stop play.
So, that's probably it from me for this year. Happy Christmas to you and yours. I hope you have a wonderful, warm and love and laughter-filled time.
*When I say 'Done' I'm fully expecting some edits from my editor once I've handed it in so the work isn't totally over yet. But, fingers crossed, I'm one step closer to a finished novel.