Saturday lunch time, I finished the fantasy novel. 66,000 words plus. I felt like I’d won a marathon. Not sure why because it isn’t the first time I’ve completed a novel length manuscript – in fact, I’ve got three doing the publisher rounds at the moment. I do feel a real sense of achievement, though, and I think it’s because I’ve proved to myself (and there are days when I need constant reminder) that I can work full time and do the mother thing and still work on something of a decent length and – best of all – finish it. Having a big holiday over Christmas helped for sure – being able to sit down for hours at a stretch is pure luxury. Grabbing an hour at the end of the day is not the best way that I write but sometimes it’s the only thing I can do.
So: what now? I’ve printed the ms for a kid test, starting with M. She’s travelled the plot road with me, giving suggestions, being genuinely (?) interested in what’s next, commenting on characters’ names. Let’s see if she thinks it’s a decent sort of read. It has no vampires in it and she thinks that’s great. So far so good!
I’m free to start something new for a while as the finished thing sits and ferments and gets some feedback. Not fantasy – I’ve got something more contemporary in mind. Woo hoo! I love writing!