Two hundred and eight pages. That’s how long my fan fic is. Two hundred and eight pages. That’s just nuts. No wonder it’s taken me two years to write the ruddy thing. 🙂 I’m actually pretty proud of it, despite it being a fan fic. I think it took quite a few twists that were un-Rowling-ish, and yet at the same time I did my best to stick to her style. I’ve been told I did a good job with that, so I’m happy. And plus, people are getting excited about the contest, which is always encouraging. They like the idea of getting the book in print. I can’t wait to see it all bound, and to actually hold it in my hand. I think I’m going to go work on the introduction and designing the cover page and all that. It feels so peaceful right now with it finally done. Of course, I’ll have to do some final tweaking, since I haven’t reread the final chapters in full yet, and I haven’t reread it from cover to cover, but I reread chapters 38 and 39 as I was condensing all the chapters into one large file. I love them, I don’t think I could have done them any better. The only chapter I’m really worried about is 41. I might have been too concise in the end-of-year speech, but there really wasn’t that much to say. And I hate when the final chapter is nothing but a recap of the rest of the book. It’s like, geeze, the reader has sat through 41 chapters, enough’s enough. 🙂
I think I’ll get to work now. More blogging later.