A handful of minutes ago I complete the first draft of Evinden, the novel I’ve been working on for the last nine-or-so years (about six of which involved the main writing part). It’s taken me far longer than it should have and there’s still work to be done to fill in some plot holes and tidy things up…but the main work is done. The body of the story is there, from start to finish.
It’s a proper novel. 158,380 words isn’t too shabby, really. It’s a real book!
Can’t quite form coherent thoughts about the experience of completion at this point, perhaps because I’m aware that it won’t be even vaguely publishable until the third draft. An important milestone nonetheless. I have to admit to being a teensy weensy bit proud.
And quite a bit scared.