I’ve
reached two milestones this week.
One
is that I’ve been blogging for a year.
The
other is that a couple of days ago I finished the first draft of my gothic
novel.
The
two are connected. The first blog I wrote was about imaginary friends, and this
is the subject matter of my novel. This
also means, of course, that it’s taken me a year to get down a first draft. And,
yes, I would have liked to have progressed a bit quicker – who wouldn’t? – but I
did have some major interruptions, including a trip overseas. In
addition, at one point, I felt like throwing it all away (see blog of 4th May) because I couldn’t work out how
to proceed. I was in pain. But I persevered.
The narrative is in two parts and I wrote most of the second part before I completed the first part. I was very fortunate to be able to do that. It was like having two best friends; when one was giving me the irrits I spent time with the other.
The narrative is in two parts and I wrote most of the second part before I completed the first part. I was very fortunate to be able to do that. It was like having two best friends; when one was giving me the irrits I spent time with the other.
I
had a few tears when I finished, not because I finished but because the
characters I have come to know so very well have been going through some tough
times. I’m hoping this is going to come
across to the reader. I love a good cry
in a novel.
I’ve
reached the re bit now or, in pirate
language, Arghhh. The part where I reread,
redraft, rewrite, reconsider, reflect, re-establish, relapse (possibly) and
regurgitate (not really but it sounds good).
The writer has temporarily left the study. (And, yes, this is the mess I work in, including the dear friend at my feet. Why pretend to be someone I'm not?) |
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