Just added another 1,400 words to Lock In, which you may recall I noted was already finished. Well, I didn’t lie. It was (and is!) finished, which is to say that I had written the story that I wanted to write and achieved everything that I had wanted to with the book. If I had been hit by a bus the second I stopped typing on Wednesday, one, that would have been really weird, because I was sitting in my office on the second story of my house, which is nowhere near any buses at all. And two, I would have been okay with Tor publishing the novel as-is (with, of course, copy edits that I would not have to deal with because I would be dead, hey this bus plan sounds better the further I go along).
With that said, one of the nice things about finishing a book slightly before deadline is that it affords a little time to go back and do (as I noted on Wednesday) a little buffing and polishing. In this case, the buffing included adding one new (short!) chapter and the polishing included adding an action scene to a different chapter. Lock In was good, and done, before. Now it is better, and still done.
And that is the nice part — no matter what else I do to the novel between now and Monday, when I send the thing in, it is still done. As I noted to my wife now, what I am doing now is the equivalent of walking into a room that you spent a whole bunch of time cleaning and made spotless, and moving a few things around a bit to make the feng shui just a little bit nicer.
The novel now stands at about 77,400 words, and I suspect may creep up even a little bit more from there as I comb through and detangle a couple of plot threads, make a couple of tweaks here and there, and otherwise play with the novel’s figurative feng shui. This is the fun part of the novel writing, actually. The hard, stressful part’s done. This part’s relaxed and easy.
Update: Added about another thousand words, did a final sweep-through and sent it off to my editor. At this point, no reason to wait any longer, you know? And now I start vacation!