Well, folks, I am nearing the completion of my largest novel in progress for the second time. Yes, I have finished this novel once before. Not too many months ago. But I began the editing process which then turned into a sort of 'rewrite the whole novel' process and now we're nearly done for the second time. (Not quite, but close)
I'm eager to be done. Honestly. This is the first book in a series and I am dying to know where the story is going to lead. I have no idea what is in store for my characters, and right along with them, I really want to know what their futures hold. I don't know why I am posting this on my blog...but I've been restless to finish book one so I can start book two so I can actually know what's going to happen that I just had to tell someone, somewhere, what was bursting inside of me.
The first time I finished this novel I felt extremely accomplished. It was the very first FINISHED book I'd ever written and I was so pleased. (And it had taken me six years to write!) This time it doesn't really feel so...momentous. I've been here before, for one thing. I've already 'finished' this book before. And also, it's not the end of the story. It's hardly even the beginning of the story so I don't feel accomplished, I just feel like I've skimmed the first few pages of a story and now I have to read the rest. And I probably will not feel accomplished for years to come, until the whole story is finally written.
I have a strange mixture of excitement at being 'almost done' and also a burning desire to ACTUALLY finish, the WHOLE story. It's like, half of me thinks I'll be done soon, very soon, when I get to the end of this novel. And the other half is staring at the blank future thinking this story is never ending, there are too many books in this series to even begin to think I'm 'almost done'.