Maybe it’s my cold. My nose is stuffed up and the only thing I’ve felt like ingesting all day long has been black coffee with sugar. I finally finished the first draft of FOSSEGRIM this morning. I’ve been working on it pretty much non-stop since the end of July (hense one of the reasons my blesence, i.e-. blogging presence has been so scarce lately).
The draft topped out at about 70 k and I think I’m pretty happy with the ending and the plot. I won’t know until two days from now when hopefully my head clears and I’ll be able to do a first read through to check for any obvious problems.
This is the first time I haven’t been excited to have finished a rough draft. Maybe it’s because I’m finally starting to realize how much work is still left to do before the book is really finished.
Still, with my other projects, when I saw that final chapter coming, there was at least a small (often frantic) thrill of accomplishment; I’d be completely elated at having something with a beginning, middle and an end. Something that at least resembles a book.
This time? Not so much. I finished writing the scenes. I followed my outline. It was all very mechanical. The characters did what I told them to do. There were no surprises.
It’s like I just skipped over that giddiness and went right to focusing on what needs to be done to whip this puppy into shape.
I don’t know why this bothers me. I just keep waiting for the ‘yes!’ feeling to kick in. I am a little relieved that I managed to get through the draft before I start work again in October, but that’s about it.
I don't think it's the story. The story is probably my best ever and I think it could have lots of potential. I just don’t know what my problem is.
Maybe I’ve had one too many cold & flu meds. (step back from the computer, Katie. Blogging under the influence never ends well.)
Has this kind of ‘eh’ feeling ever happened to anyone else when they finish a first draft? What do you think it means? “Achi!” (cause that’s the noise I make when I sneeze) *wiping watery eyes and nose* Am I even making any sense?