to the beat of our noisy hearts
Track of the Past Few Hours: “To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts” (Matt Nathanson)
Tessellate Count: 61,737 and DONE.
Less than ten minutes ago, I finished Tessellate. I wrote about 4,000 words today, between writing the second half of Chapter 17 and all of Chapter 18. For some reason, the Tess/Leah conversation in 17 went really well and the Tess/MJ conversation in 18 was near impossible. For that reason, 18 is a bit under on length (2.5k, I think), but I figure that’s okay, given how many chapters are over 4k.
I wasn’t really feeling excited enough earlier this evening (because I’m sleep deprived and still fighting off a persistent cold), so I started thinking about the eight other nights (or mornings, but never afternoons) that I’ve finished novels. And I decided to play at nostalgia and put on the Matt Nathanson song I remember dancing to an hour or so before I finished The Calmness of Martyrs. Surprisingly, it got me dancing around, like I did as a hyper sleep-deprived 16 year-old. It worked, until I ran out of energy. (God, I am so out of it.)
I don’t really know what to say. Except that this is number NINE, which seems really unbelievable, given that I haven’t even been doing this for five years. Actually, the five year anniversary of the completion date of my first, The Fallen Caryatid, is in less than a month. February 24, aka, the Miracle Day (and I don’t mean Torchwood). I’d kind of love to finish another novel by then. Because ten in five seems awesome. But I don’t know if it’s worth trying to kill myself over or not. And then the question that arises is s&w or NG… or something else entirely.
Anyway. It’s kind of a shame that I’m going to waste the novel-ending high by going to sleep. But at the same time, I need the sleep, so I’m just going to hope that the high persists through tomorrow. Or later today. Or whatever.
“The love that dare not speak its name,” Tess replies, the laughter shining in her voice, “because it isn’t supposed to exist. Silly high school romances. Fairytale loves. The days that make you want to talk about soul mates and forever and never apart. Is it real? Is this what it’s like?”
