I finished writing Divine Wine on Saturday. That was brutal. 15 hours spent in front of the computer, but I managed to work out the last 4,000 words. I planned to edit the short story - standing now at 9,800 words total - on Sunday. But I was beat by the day prior.
Writing until my brain oozes out my ears is never fun. But I wanted to finish the story. It was outlined. I knew where it was going. I had to finish.
But I just couldn't bring myself to edit on Sunday. Instead, I worked on the cover for the short story. I found the perfect piece of art - worked it over until my copy of Gimp began freezing. Apparently, I've picked up a nasty bit of malware known as XP Anti Virus 2011. I hate the little shits who program malware. If I could track them down, I'd kill 'em. And it wouldn't be a quick death. I'd mangle the little fuckers for a while first.
This morning, though, I pulled myself out of bed at 6:30 a.m. and edited for an hour before heading off to work. There's still a few more hours of editing left, but I've gotten a good start.
I figure the story will be somewhere above 10,000 words when I'm finished. It's violent and brutal: Just what you'd expect when a vampire meets a serial killer.