The closer my due date comes, the more frantic I get about Project Sparkle. I'm not behind, but come September 30th, I want to turn in the best, most complete novel I am capable of writing. Obviously I don't want to hit my deadline and think, "If only I had about four more days..."
So the past two weeks I've been pushing myself harder and harder. And worse, unlike when I was drafting Project Sparkle this spring, I don't have many milestones to point to for reassurance. I can't say, I wrote 3000 words today, or I drafted my climax this week. Rather, I've been adding paragraphs, tweaking individual lines, reassessing the tone of certain scenes. And apparently revising takes me a LOT longer than drafting.
Those of you following me on Twitter have seen my frustration these past few weeks. It feels like for every hour I put in, I come up with three more things to add to my to-do list. Each night I've struggled to fall asleep, as every time I lie down, I start thinking through what else needs to be done and how best to do it.
I had a welcome treat this weekend. Firstly, I told Phil if we didn't go out I might start throwing things. Apparently that was the wake-up call he needed. Saturday morning we went out to lunch, shopping, and saw Toy Story 3. A very welcome distraction. Secondly, I finally reached a point in my revision where I needed to do some reading to see if my tweaks and rewrites were working. I read chapters 1-8 of Project Sparkle, roughly the first third of the book. And you know what? It was actually good. Really good, in fact.
So I am making progress. I would just can't wait for the end of September.