For a moment there I believed it was possible to finish the Red Whale WIP.
I almost did it. I’ve spent more time writing it than I ever did. The fact that my day job boss has been away for the entire week looked like some divine sign that I can do it. Like it was destiny.
The story’s growth wasn’t because I had a lot of extra free time, but because of June 15. All for the sake of Mark Lawrence’s SPFBO. I’ve been desperate to participate since Year One but the WIPs have never been there. Especially as it turned out, SPFBO isn’t a guaranteed thing to happen. Every year counts.
The other night the wife gave a suggestion. Do not participate. The Red Whale may have reached awesome progress these past few months, but it’s never reached that level of satisfaction I’ve felt after reading a great book from another author. She pointed out, for certain there will be a series of revisions, get more feedback from beta readers, and polish the manuscript AF. She’s right and I need a little more time to complete the story. At some point I need to stop writing and editing and accept that the Red Whale is done.
But it is not this day.
The mad rush to finish the story within a few days from SPFBO would prove a mistake. There are still a ton of things I want to graft into the story, enriching it. There are chapters where I’m trying really hard to decide if they should stay or go.
If I was going to make a first impression, it better be from my greatest effort.
Of course, fortune favors the bold.