87,419 words on 326 pages... Longest WIP ever, even feels like the most coherent and best I've done so far in terms of longer stories... And not quite wanting to wrap it up and wondering if I can even commence that yet. Though I think it's already way too long for its genre. What genre? What the hell am I doing and making?
Just killed off MC's mom.
Wish I had the money to print it all so I can start editing, but not in my glum little room where I've been spending some 4 hours daily writing and not getting enough sleep and defying my damn meds and gaining weight.
Already accidentally referring to the guy who inspired my MC, as Nadir instead of Sammy, or, as I nicknamed him, Surreal Schnitzel or Hairy Beast because man, that guy has a scratch.
And again, I'm about to hit Ctrl + S as if this post were my WIP. I need help.
Ugh, no, I hate editing. I'm probably gonna self-publish. Not looking for the serious authordom, fantasizing about it obviously, talkshows, HuffPost headline, big money for big house, a girl can dream (and does, too much) but realistically, throwing it on the Kindle market is the most likely outcome and kinda fine by me.
I don't wanna wrap it up. My MC has grown on me like a cancer. Ending the book is ending him. I've dug myself so deep into writing, he's become my social life. A very unhealthy one what with being based on a guy I have a raging hopeless crush on what with him being 8 years younger and from a totally different cultural and religious background, ranting here.
All I had set out to do, was write a quick, sloppy, 2 dollar "everyone screws everyone" smut novella to make some small change so I could buy cheap jewelry from time to time in addition to scavenging returned cat food. And then suddenly, I come up with a setting. Politically loaded. Very. Dystopian, kind of. Curfews. Military dogs. Resistance. Excommunications. Separation walls and blowing them up. Tragedy. A grim view of where I think Israel might be headed if the far right prevails. When all I had ever wanted, was a menage à trois between two hot guys and a voluptuous chick. Something I could shamelessly and thoughtlessly self-publish, lean back, and not care about bad reviews as long as I had a 5 to 10 bucks extra every now and then.
Ah damn, just remembered I had the morning shift.