I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I know I did, and even with all the chaos that usually surrounds Christmas for our families, I managed to get a whole lot of writing done.

How much writing did I get done? Well, I just typed two very important words, two words that (I believe) every writer wants to pen.

The end.

Sadly, this does not mean that I have actually finished the first draft of Blood Bound. I have one teensy bit in the middle to add a bit onto. Other than that, the first draft is complete.

So where does that leave me? Well, after I finish off that pesky ninth chapter I have at least two scenes to add in. I also have plans to rewrite the opening of the story, to remove the old my family has a secret line with something that sets it up much better and is just much more grabbing.

I discovered vampires were real when my brother came home from college as one of the undead.

Much more grabbing and interesting, don’t you think?

Anyway, as well as rewriting the opening and adding in those aforementioned scenes, I am going to be editing and polishing Blood Bound. And after that? I will be querying literary agents while working on The Superhero Diaries.

I’ll let you know when that happens, so you can cross your fingers and hope that one takes me on as a client and can sell Blood Bound so you guys can all see it on the shelf somewhere.

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I am very near the end of the first draft, and I have to say that it is a very strange feeling indeed. I normally have the attention span of a gnat, so this is definitely the the longest project I have ever committed to. And you know what? It feels great.

I reached the 70000 word mark the other day (writing by hand on paper because my laptops power adapter thing went “kaboom”) and I am two and a bit chapters from the end.

My goal is to have finished the first draft by the time I am 22, so that means the first of December. If I do finish then it will be around 80000 words, 18 chapters and five months of work. It was not constant, thanks to this pesky thing called life, but it happened.

It’s a strange but great feeling, standing here. The end is so close I can almost see it. Just over the top of this last hill.

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I have reached the 57k mark for Blood Bound (yay), which most definitely equals the downhill stretch of the novel. I’ve got about three chapters to go, and a few scenes to add in earlier chapters.

And then I get to do the wonderful task of editing! Hooray! </sarcasm>

I’m currently sitting in my room with Rebekah, who is doing a lot more writing than I am - I keep getting distracted. *smacks hand*

That’s why this entry is going to be so short… I need to actually get writing.

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His lips on my throat stopped that chain of thought dead in its tracks. I had no idea what he was doing, what he was about to do, and without the ability to see what was coming next it was both frightening yet kind of awesome. “Uncommonly cruel,” he whispered against my skin, moving a fraction further south with each syllable. “Unfathomably cruel.”

It took me a few goes, but I finally managed to find my voice. “And why's that?” If anyone was being uncommonly, unfathomably cruel here it was definitely not me.

“Do you know how maddening it is to sit next to you but not be able to touch you?” I felt his tongue, cold and wet, rake across my pulse point; I shivered., and not because of the cold. “To smell the perfume I made for you...”

As the title says, I just reached the 50 000 words mark!

Have a lolcat.

Originally published at Working Title. You can comment here or there.