The End (which of course is not The End but rather The Beginning)

So, I ‘ve been rushing headlong towards my own self-imposed deadline for this first draft. I’ve been so desperate to finish before the end of term and birthday madness hits – ah, the joys of children being born a week apart and in the period where school activities hit an all time high… But I’ve actually done it!

Last week was painful. Really really painful. I hit a new personal record for words written in one day – 14! And they were rubbish, too. Then suddenly this week everything fell into place and I couldn’t keep up with my fingers on the computer, or my head. My characters just kept talking to each other, even when I was trying to take a few minutes off. How rude! I had to get it all down whenever and wherever I could. All that brewing over the last few months seems to have paid off. Thank Goodness.

So today I wrote those two words I’ve been dreaming of: The End.

And I think the reason I found the last quarter so hard was because I know of course: it’s nowhere near the end. This is just the beginning. My first draft is like a raw bleeding heart. Not nice to look at or indeed safe in the wider world.

It needs so much work still (although not a transplant, I hope). So I think there was an element of weariness at the thought of what was coming next. And everything slowed down. But then the momentum of the story took over this week and I just loved writing again. Just being in the flow and having the story tumble out, like in those heady days at the beginning of Act One.

So I’m all a bit emotional now, having actually got to the end. I did cry at the final scenes, which I hope is a good sign. But maybe it’s just writer’s fatigue! I shall see after it’s had its alone time and I come back to reread it.

I am now going to celebrate. Not think of what’s to come, but celebrate the fact I actually finished my third book. 55,000 words. Mini Mexican wave with myself (because everyone else is out).

And then I’m going to check out my writing friends’ top tips for editing. Which I shall no doubt share with you later, too.

In the meantime though, here is my writing journey as told by Minions – and a little taster of what the book is about.

First came the euphoria of starting

 

I tried to make myself braver when tackling tricky bits

 

Somewhere near the The Middle I admit the hysteria took over

 

There were days I just needed to do this to get through

 

Then out of the blue I’d have a breakthrough

 

And things just fell into place

 

It didn’t last. And when I got stuck I had to kick some verbal butt

 

Or vent

 

Or give up and bake

 

Apologies to my family for the days I felt like this

 

And for when my inner critic got really loud

 

Sometimes I felt like I would never finish the thing, but then the end was in sight

 

And today I mostly feel like

and

 

and like I deserve something like this to announce to the world: I am done with you, First Draft.

 

But also maybe just a little

 

And in case you wanted a taste of what it’s all about, here’s my first attempt at a blurb:

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Haunted Doves

Jo Dove is haunted by the ghost of the boy she left to drown. And now she’s been dumped with grandparents she’s never met, on a farm surrounded by water – her greatest fear. Worse still, Daniel’s ghost has followed her. On her first night at Dove’s Farm she sees a light at the top of the old mill, and soon discovers that she’s not the only one in her family who is haunted. When Jo finally discovers the truth about the light in the mill, it unearths family secrets that have remained buried for over sixty years.

 

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