And that's the end!

by Dave White

Just finished another draft of my next novel.

Like literally, just hit save, and closed the Word doc.

And I'm exhausted.

It always surprises me how tiring writing is. Sometimes, after an extremely trying writing day, I feel like I've run three miles. And my brain doesn't compute this, exactly. It thinks about what I did during the day and tells me, "You lazy bum, you just sat on the couch all day."

But writing really is exhausting. Think of the mental work you have to put in. First you have to make sure the plot is clicking. Then you have to make sure everyone doing everything within their character (okay, one and two are interchangable). Then you have to make sure the way you're telling the story works. Your word choice has to be smooth. Your tone has to fit what you're trying to say. You have to show, not tell. You have to be grammatically coorect.

And if you aren't you better be fitting a perfect style.

A lot goes on with each keystroke.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to keep this post kinda short and go hit the sack for the evening.

Night, folks!

(Though, if you haven't had enough of me, you can check out my thoughts on house hunting over at my personal blog.)