Slowly but surely I’m getting the second draft of my novel finished. Mostly what the second draft has shown me is how much work I have yet to do. Two more chapters and I’ll be done, then I can begin adding in all the details I’m lacking, pick up slow moving scenes, delve farther into my character’s personalities, and cut anything unnecessary or redundant. That will be the hard part.
But it’s starting to take shape. All the elements are there, I just have to fine tune and adjust. Add and cut. It’ll be fun. Sure it will. I’m looking forward to it. No I’m not.
Finishing up is always difficult. It’s the point where you just have to put your butt in a chair and do the work. The writing is easy. (mostly) it;s the re-writing and revising that will get ya. Part of me loves it. Part of me hates it. Part of me looks forward to it. Part of me wants to procrastinate. But when you are finished – truly finished once and for all – there is no feeling like it! It’s all worth it when you are looking at your final draft and you know you got it right. You know that it’s the best it can be at this time and you are happy and proud yet sentimental and lost all at the same time.
Writing is emotional. It’s personal. And it’s an amazing journey. The best part is that the journey is always new. It’s different each and every time you have a story to tell. The emotions are different, the feelings are different, and yet somehow familiar. Your art tugs at you and you have to respond. You have to see it through.
Writing is my sanity. It’s my safe place. It’s the best parts of my soul. It’s everything I love and it’s everything I loathe.
Two more chapters, then the real fun begins!