Max dated so many boys throughout the course of the book that I had trouble keeping them straight during my constant state of NaNoWriMo exhaustion
Ya know, I thought flipping the calendar into December would mean this whole NaNoWriMo whirlwind would behind me. Or at least that the hard part would be over. Sounds reasonable, right?
In fact, I had this awesome plan that included me spinning through the editing process in four days during my trip to Mexico. But much like my beloved protagonist Maxime, I have a way of ruining even the best laid plans. I’m about a quarter through the editing process: I’ve staged a solid red-pen attack through the first 60 sixty or so pages.
Most of the edits entail switching verbs around, and re-writing numbers to comply with fiction rules rather than the AP Style rules that I’m used to (in newspaper journalism, we write out one through nine and use numerals for 10 on, while in books I guess I’m supposed to spell out anything less than 100 — I’ve found about 25 errrgh, twenty-five instances where I need to change numbers around in the sections I’ve edited so far). Some of them are more embarrassing.
It could be worse. I’m often entertained by the mindless mistakes that made their way into my first draft during half-asleep writing sessions well past midnight over the course of November. IHere are a couple of my favorite gems (Commentary furnished by ExBoyf, who took a crack at editing some of these chapters before I got around to it):
Simple misspellings:
Forgotten words:
Obvious exhaustion leading to a lack of basic knowledge of spacial relations:
This might just be my favorite one...
Here, Max is locked out of the car. She's obviously leaning against the door, not the seat...
Woohoo!
A total lack of creativity:
