I kid you not! Something I have, for many years, considered to be beyond my reach has finally occurred.
I finished the rough draft of a novel.
|Yes thank you Faramir and Eowyn.|
By the way, I ship it.
Just so you know.
A Quick Recap of the Journey
Early this year, I got an idea for a novel. As with every novel idea, it hit me like lightning. I thought it had potential. Still, there was the struggle: I did not know if it was wise to take on yet another story that would surely lie around, unfinished, for months, or even years.
The struggle was real.
However, I decided to commit. Yes, I was going to write this novel. So I sat down and I began.
With the furious passion of a brand new idea, the promise of a brand new story, the beginning almost effortlessly took shape.
I typed with a vigor that cannot be explained.
The beginning ended. Suddenly, it was harder. The ideas weren't coming so quickly; the ones I had were too far away. How do "real authors" cope? This cannot be!
So I paused. I took a step back and a very deep breath.
Then I began a process that was also a first.
I began to outline my story.
Yes, it was a daunting task, but I made it. The outline was completed and I began my story in earnest.
But yet again, I encountered resistance.
I was spreading myself too thin, focusing on too many stories at once, and not writing often enough.
After a summer camp, in late July,where God really spoke to my heart about several things, I decided it was time to get serious.
500 words a day, every day. At that rate, I knew I could finish a first draft by Christmas. I was strong and steady for the rest of summer.
Then, alas, things changed.
I started.... college.
On college days I allowed myself to do only 300 words.
I was on and off, not always doing what I should but writing at least four times a week.
In early October I made the commitment to do NaNoWriMo, which meant I needed to up my word count to 1000 words a day in order to prepare and finish my current novel. It was an even more daunting task, but I pushed forward with superhuman ability and much caffeine.
|Little known fact: for the first week I bribed myself with|
Smarties. You know, the little candies in the rolls?
For every hundred words, I received on piece.
I cannot lie, it was difficult. Many times I wanted to throw things and forget about writing, ever. I got annoyed with my characters and with my plot, plus it was rough draft so it was automatically not my best work. However, I could not turn back.
So I persevered.
The final sentence was writ. The final battle ended. My plot lines were tied up nice and neatly.
All the arcs were ended, every gate closed.
|Well, the rough draft anyway.|
I can scarcely believe I have done it. I have completed a thought. It has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Yes, it's too short. Yes, it's horrible. Yes, it's out of order.
But it's my story and I have finished it. I have told it once, and it is out there now. All I have to do is polish it and make it shine. Yes, the process will be long and hard, but I am halfway there.
I know I couldn't have done it without God. He inspires me in a million ways. I'm also deeply indebted to my friends, for their constant encouragement.
So, what now? Well. come November first, there's a shiny new novel waiting to be written. One that still needs to be outlined and fleshed out before that date.
Perhaps in a few months I will come back to this story and look at it once again.
For now, I am glad to put it away.