Feb 262012
And … draft.
Sorta. It's been a long time since I've written anything so amazingly chaotic, that changed so much during the writing that now, at the end (and I use the word end rather loosely, because the last 7+ scenes are in fact simply a 2,000 word note to myself for when I run across them in the next revision), I can quite literally and confidently say: I have no idea what I've just written.
It's not a book. Yet. It is currently 135,000 words of … exploration?
It started out as a novel about faeries. It seems, actually, to be about biological discrimination, mental wellbeing and normalcy, and to have not a single faerie after all.
Huh. Would you look at that.
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Wow, congrats! Take the week off, Deb.
And wut, no faeries? Damn. I knew they were taking a long time to surface, but geez.
I wish I could! Unfortunately, those other deadlines are preying on my mind. But it will be nice to work on something different (and shorter) for a change.
And there are some supernatural-type beings in there, but … Yeah. The faeries bailed on me. Capricious, unreliable little blighters.