|Wading Through Treacle - Maria A Smith|
At last its done! Written, re-written, edited, re-written again, tweaked, and edited some more. Before finally being sent out to agent or publisher. Isn't it fabulous? Or do you feel sad? A wee bit lost even? Those characters you created, breathed life into, followed on a journey for months, maybe even years, they won't be part of your daily routine now. Are you going to miss them?
For every thousand or so would be novelists, only a few people seriously write and finish a novel. Its no mean feat. It takes time, energy and effort, and I applaud all of you out there with your stick-to-it mentality. I am convinced its the doggedness, that gets you over the finish line. It certainly was the case for me when I wrote the first draft. I had to get the story out on the page. However, refining it has been an altogether much harder task.
I'm still chipping away, writing something everyday, and sometimes I get stuck, and I have to take my characters out of the scene, put them somewhere else, give them another thing to do, while my subconscious works the problem out. The second draft makes you realise there is going to be an awful lot of work, and future drafts ahead. Lots of wading through treacle, I call it.
Days when I doubt I'll ever reach the end, and days when I think I don't want to ever see, hear or write about these people ever again! And thankfully, days when I never want to let them go, and I never want their story to end.
I shall continue wading through fields of treacle, because deep down, I know how good I'm going to feel when I do, eventually, write,
How do you feel about finishing?