I’ve added about five thousand more words to my novel, and I’ve taken out about four thousand that didn’t work anymore because the book ended a bit earlier temporally than I had thought it would.
And…I keep looking at this, thinking it can’t possibly be true, but…I believe I have a rough draft.
I have a lot of cleaning up to do, but if there are any more scenes I need to add, I don’t know about them yet. I have to add in setting in some places, and flesh out some bare-bones dialogue with character motions and interaction. I need to fix inconsistencies and in general do some editing. I’m not afraid of editing. :-)
But (I looked at it again just now, trying to make sure), I think I have a rough. I don’t think it’s hit me yet; I feel in shock about it, and I’m very cautiously giddy. This is a big deal to me, just knowing I could get that far. Huge. I can’t tell you.
It’s hitting me now, and I’m crying. You probably think I’m silly. But I have a rough draft.