Well tonight I did it. I finished my first draft of the book - all 85,000 words of it. I thought I’d feel elated and jump for joy to celebrate my accomplishment, but honestly, I’m a bit freaked out.
Now comes the serious part. Now comes the part where I take my story and try to craft it into something people will want to read. Time to fix my mistakes and poor grammar. I’m filled with doubt at the moment that it’s possible. I want to dive in and start re-writing. I actually already re-edited the first few chapters because I just couldn’t leave it alone. But, there is a lot of work waiting to be done – 450 pages worth. My working title is "Off the grid."
Conventional wisdom says I should set it aside for a week before jumping back in. Ironically I already lost a week (last week) because of work and travel. Last Sunday I had a seven-hour marathon writing session to get me to the end. That meant the only thing I had to finish was the very end, which included one final chapter and then a little wrap up epilogue.
My medical woes during the process have continued. I’ve got a massive head cold and stayed home from work yesterday and today. Wrote my final words between doses of sinus medication and drips of snot. Not a pretty sight let me tell you.
To make it even more confusing, I had to write a prologue too, which had been kicking around in my head since Thanksgiving. So the last words I wrote were actually the first words of the book. My brain is now bending trying to keep it straight.
It’s real, damn it. It’s finally real. It feels really good and really scary at the same time.