esterday, I finished the second draft. June 30th seemed like the perfect day to finish a second draft.
I celebrated with bacon sandwiches (home grown tomatoes and eggs!) and a trip up to a fencing practice. I got to practice some German long sword, which was especially nice, and got to just fight. No running anything, just chatting a little and fencing as much as I can. Despite my hiatus I felt pretty good…I did some very nice movement (though not as smooth as I would like) and was told that I am a fun fight. I don’t find this an insult, as some would, I *like* being a fun fight. And I killed this person several times so it’s not like “Hahaha you are so easy!” it was about the joy of the fight. Which is what I am about. I am not about the kill, though I will admit, if I get constantly obliterated it’s not so much fun, but for me it is about the joy of the actual fight. The dance. The swords hitting each other, the parries, the living. If I successfully take my opponent, I am pleased…who said I was a saint? But it’s not what I am there for, and I don’t mind losing as long as I feel I fought well.
And, since there are a couple of sword fighting scenes in the new book, it was sort of an appropriate way to celebrate.
Today, I am forcing myself to spell check — I should have done it as I went through the second draft, esp. since the book is not separated out in Scrivener and I have not figured out how to make Scrivener spell check ALL THE THINGS. I am consoling myself by listening to Spotify and finding new music to love. But there is NO sense printing the manuscript unless I spell check it first.
Next, I will try and see if it all works. I will go through it again and make notes to myself. “Do we really need this random guy?” “We should probably name this character.” This is part consistency check, part making sure that I resolve everything properly.