I’m an accomplished procrastinator but I never miss a deadline. Even self-inflicted deadlines are met with a panicked, coffee-fueled aggression. I finished many an essay and short story at 4am in college.
According to my schedule, I was supposed to finish and have the ARCs out on Dec. 18th. Well that came and went. I remember telling myself it was okay to stop for Christmas because I deserved the break. I tried SO HARD to finish before Christmas, but I couldn’t force it.
The story, the way I’d originally plotted, wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right, the characters were pissing me off. Nothing was blending together. Some books flow from beginning to end with no hitches in between. Trapped was completed in a week with no problem.
I started writing Gold Nov 8th, 2017. It’s now Jan 20th, 2018. For some authors that’s a killer pace. For me, it felt agonizingly slow. Now that I’m on the other side of it, bewildered and a little bruised, I can’t help but ask, “What the fuck just happened?”
And I honestly have no idea. All I know is I’m glad for it because this is the book it was supposed to be. I wasn’t comfortable pumping out some half-assed crap just to meet a deadline. I’ll still be able to upload the file before Amazon’s hard line in the sand, which keeps me in their Pre-Order good books… for now. I’m holding my breath before starting to write Platinum, but for right now I’m savoring the feeling victory.