Miscellaneous. Now there’s a word you don’t see spelled out very often. (Hands up, those of you who could spell it correctly. ) I wonder why it, more than other awkward words, gets to be used commonly in the abbreviated form? That, and et cetera. I suppose it will all be academic soon, given the new abbreviated texting form of the language that seems to be taking over. I think most people under thirty can write an entire sentence without a single word in it.. I don’t text, but if I did, I would laboriously spell out each word. It would be quicker to drive over and see the person I’m texting.
I have to confess; this whole discussion so far has been a digression. A “tangential digression” as Prof Willard Overgaard would have said. How can you have a digression if you haven’t even started a topic, I hear you ask. I don’t know. I just did. The point is, I’m in shock. In a brain fog. In LaLa land. Yes, I’m bewildered. It’s difficult to describe. Last week I was moaning about my brain being cluttered. Well, I think I may have gone too far and cleaned the whole thing out. I don’t seem to have anything left in there. It’s like my head is empty. You’re probably wondering what I did to achieve such a thorough evacuation of my brain. Well, I’ll tell you (That’s why I’m here, after all.) I finished my book.
In case you missed it, I’ll say it again: I Finished My Book! I still can’t believe I’ve done it. I’m very pleased and excited about it, but I suddenly feel empty. One minute I’m typing 90 mph and the next — nothing. But it wasn’t just the physical act of writing it that changed abruptly. It was the instantaneous loss of anything going on in my head. I don’t know what to think about. I feel . . . vacant. There isn’t even a satisfying stack of pages, a proper manuscript to look at proudly — it’s all on computer. There isn’t much of a thrill looking at a memory stick.
Of course the book isn’t finished — there is still editing to do, but the story is finished and I’ve had to leave my characters behind. They’ve dominated my life for nearly three months, and I miss them already. I might just have to start working on the sequel . . . Or I could start work on writing a Query Letter to send to publishers. That’s the scariest bit of all. (Perhaps it should be called a Scary Letter.) Oh, dear. Where did I leave those M & Ms . . . MM