I did it.
I crossed the word slinging finish line.
Last night, I completed my very first novel and typed these fabulous words:
To celebrate, my resident genius and I quietly gave each other fist bumps and knowing looks.
Me, tearing up a little: Way to bring it, buddy.
Genius, emerging from the depths of the disguise closet wearing my go-go outfit: Ditto, pal.
Those two little, yet powerful words signaled the completion of Phase One: Get the @%*&$ Words on the Page, No, Don’t You Dare Edit as You Go, That Takes You Out of the Story, and Out of the Story Is NOT Where You Want To Be. It’s completion is three months after I had hoped it to be and it’s full of craptastic sentences, but it is D-O-N-E.
Soon I’ll embark on Phase Two: OMG What Were You Thinking When You Wrote Those Craptastic Sentences/Paragraphs/Chapters? Yes, You Should Be Embarrassed by THAT, and THAT, and Definitely by THAT, Go On, Don’t Be Shy with the Delete Button. Repeat Ad Nauseum Until Baked in the Center and a Toothpick Comes Out Clean of Any Plotting Problems, Typos, or Gremlins.
But first, I shall let it rest.
In case you’re wondering, and because I’m nerdy this way, here are the stats on the Crappy First Draft tentatively named Let Us Go:
Time it took to complete, from plot bunny planting the seed in my funny little brain to The End: 6 1/2 months (Not too shabby given that my last finished manuscript was finished, um, NEVER.)
Number of pages: 433 (I’m skeptical, Scrivener. If this is true, then I certainly got a bit wordy with the word slinging as I’m wont to do now and again, didn’t I?)
Total word count: 101,615 (Not outrageous, but a little high nonetheless.)
Cups of coffee consumed throughout the word slinging months: Many
Number of Chocolove Almonds & Sea Salt in Dark Chocolate candy bars consumed: Let’s not go there.
Hours of sleep foregone so that words may be slung into the manuscript: Too tired to tally these up. A bazillion?
Satisfaction attained by typing The End: Great big honking heaps of satisfaction.
So why the big deal over the two little words? Because I could fill a neighborhood’s worth of recycling bins with the stories I’ve started over the years but abandoned when life or nefarious plot bunnies steered me away.
But with the encouragement that I’ve found here in the kasbah, among my writerly friends online, in my writing critique group, and with my friends and family, I remained focused on the goal. Huge thanks to everyone who has cheered me on these last several months.
How about you, fair readers? Have you achieved any writing goals or other goals that have been eluding you for a long time? How do you celebrate when you attain your goal? Come tell your tales. The tea is ready and the pillows have been expertly fluffed. I always love hearing from you.