Yeah, so, that first draft thing is finished. And now, the deflation…
I’m not 100% sure about the ending. I want to work on that. I also know I switched narrative voice mid-way through the thing, so I need to sort that out. There is also a heck of a lot more world-building I need to do in the first half, including dropping the hints. Oh, and there’s the measly issue of a character I thought would turn out to be pivotal but then I changed my mind and he’s just kinda… lingering… and then disappears.
So, yeah. Lots to change.
Then there’s the fact that I didn’t actually knuckle down and do a bit every day like you’re meant to. Taking a glance at my tracking sheet, there’s probably just over one month of actual solid writing time and a heck of a lot of days marked with 0 words.
But that doesn’t change the fact that I finished 60,000+ words of a single coherent story that may actually turn out to be a fully-fledged novel. And I’m fucking proud of that.
Here’s the deal: First drafts are meant to suck, right? That’s what everyone is telling me. And so I’m not beating myself up about the weird characters or the switch in narrative or the lack of world building. I’m not beating myself up about the lack of consistency in tenses. I’m not beating myself up about the fact that it might actually be a fairly shit story and no one will ever want to read it. And I’m definitely not beating myself up about the fact I did it in fits and starts, bursts of creativity rather than a solid slog.
The main thing is that I started, stuck to and finished a novel. And before I start editing bootcamp, I’m going to take a week off to savour that fact.
So, yeah. Go me. I’m fucking awesome.