Boom. And the first draft is complete.
A mere eleven months, 90,401 words and 383 pages of double-spaced size 12 Courier New later, I can now say:
“Why yes, I have written a novel. Thanks for asking. I’ll have a glass of the Malbec.”
If anyone reading this is thinking “I’m never going to finish my book. It’s too hard/slow/painful” – don’t despair! If I can do it, you can too. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and 90,401 steps later you get there.
I’m delighted to say that I’m really happy with the novel. Despite – or more likely because of – not actually having read more than about half of it. (I’m not the edit-as-you-go type. More the write-it-and-immediately-forget-what-you-wrote-two-chapters-ago type.) I can’t wait to go back to the beginning and start tearing it to pieces and putting it back together – but I’ve read a lot of advice that says give it a couple of months distance after the first draft before beginning to edit.
Which is also fine and good, because it’ll give me a chance to work on the outline for my next one, the far-future detective noire I mentioned in my last post. So far I’ve just got a very high level main plot and some roughly sketched characters – it needs some serious fleshing out.
Ha. Listen to me. You’d think I was a writer. Oh, wait – I am!