Today I finished and sent off something I’ve been working on for quite awhile that has been kicking my arse and keeping me from working on the secret shiny new things I want to work on, not to mention the delicious Ultimate Fairy Book rewrites.
Anyway now it’s done!
And right at this minute I think it’s pretty good. I’m all buzzy and happy.
Ironically, I now want to expand it into something even bigger and more complicated. Last week I was dying to finish it; this week I’m wanting to keep at it.
Stupid brain.
But the feeling of having written something I’m proud of? Yum. I hug it to my chest. Especially as I know next time I read it I’ll prolly hate it.
Anyone else done something they’re proud of lately? (Other than all the fabulous LOLcovers. Mate, we’re going to have some trying times deciding the winners.) Tell us all about your prideful work!
I’m gunna be drinking champers tonight!
I’ve been working on a new manuscript and I’m almost done with the first draft (I’m thinking two more weeks). And the best thing about it – I love it! Every time I think about it, it makes me happy 🙂 And it’s so great to be working on something new (I currently have a trilogy written with book 1 coming out next year).
I turned in the final revision of my new SF novel “Marseguro” to DAW Books, and then sent three proposals for new books to my agent, who liked them and is submitting them. yay!
Oh, and I’m proud of having just finished reading a fascinating YA trilogy about kids with magic that they have to either use, and die young, or not use, and go mad. Can’t quite remember the author’s name, though…
bleh. i have yet to experience this with regards to writing. maybe a few photoshoppy things did it. and, uhhhhhh, when i cleaned my room up that one time. 😛
and congrats, by the way!! 😀
something i’m proud of? not particularly. but I’m superhappy with my current WIP because a new character has strolled in and solved so many problems.
I guess I’m proud of my current determination in finishing the WIP.
congrats on finishing!
The short story I finished the third and (final?) draft of last week or so has me buzzing and chirping from the inside like the world’s largest cicada.
Now, if only I could get myself to stop LOOKING like the world’s largest cicada and return to my generally more acceptable human form. Still, even though I’m presently oozing bug juice through a tiny whole in my carapace, I remain excited and proud of my first prose piece for publication (all alliteration well and truly intended).
Buzz. Chirrup. Abuzz.
Now to expand the wee f*cker up into a proper novel.
Gak.
D
p.s. Justine, you doth truly, truly ROCK! ROCK! ROCK! You know, like that awesome band you discover when you’re fifteen and love, love, love forever.
That..is how you rock!
I would hope that you were drinking champers today. It is, after all, thursday (therefore required).
I agree with doselle, you pretty much rock in the best way someone can rock.
I usually don’t hate what I write, just how I write it. I love my characters so much, and we’ve been working on this series for so long that it would be like hating myself if I hated my characters. It’s almost hard to do them justice…I don’t think I’m that great of a writer. I love to write anyway!
Congratulations!!! It IS such a wonderful feeling and it makes it all worth while! Enjoy it.
i’m dux in relgion and ancient history…i’m pretty proud of that! And I hope that you don’t really hate it next time you read it!
Congrats to everyone on your proud feelings! Yay!
And thanks for the kind words. You make me blush so hard I’m losing layers of skin!
And Do, even in your cicada form, no one rocks the way you do!
Elmo: Dux?! Mate. Way to go!
ON A MUCH (MUCH!) SMALLER SCALE, I HAD THE SAME EXPERIENCE YESTERDAY: FINISHED A NAGGING ACADEMIC ARTICLE THAT HAD BEEN GETTING IN MY WAY. DIDN’T WANNA, DIDN’T WANNA, DIDN’T WANNA . . . AND THEN PARTWAY THROUGH I GOT REALLY ABSORBED IN IT, ENDED UP LEARNING FAR MORE THAN I PLANNED ABOUT THE TOPIC, STARTED THINKING OF HIGHLY IMPRACTICAL TANGENTIAL PROJECTS/BOOKS/ETC.
Tim: You describe my process almost exactly. The hardest thing is always the getting started, but then something happens and all I want to do is write this thing that I thought I hated. And then it grows and I only what to write things just like it. Or that are more of it . . .
made the H.P. Jeopardy game, painted the Mighty Mite’s room and drew her party invitations: go me.