Friday afternoon I celebrated by flailing my arms about in the air whilst my legs, extremely uncoordinated as they are, swayed to my non-existent music. Why, you ask? Because I finished the first draft of my debut novel! Cheers!
As I questioned my ability for the hundredth time, I metaphorically slapped my back and congratulated myself on reaching the first milestone. Yipee!
For the past month I have sat my (hopefully-though-not-likely small) butt at the desk, and written every day pouring my heart, guts and questionable eye fluid into my story. I could tell you I did it because I’m crazy, but honestly I loved every minute, even when I was frustrated at my characters for not doing what I asked of them. I mean seriously, who’s the writer here?
After the writing comes the editing, and perhaps rather foolishly of me, I’m looking forward to the process. Please, I’m not stupidly punishing myself, but it means I’ll be another step closer to publishing my little bundle of joy. You can understand that right? Plus I really need to make sure I’m not repeating myself. Repeating myself. 😉
Idealistically I’ll have you all swooning over my creative efforts, and by some unfathomable reason you’ll be knocking my door down to read the sequel. After all, I’m nothing but optimistic. *insert cheesy grin, and awkward wink*
On a serious note, I will be posting the prologue soon which I hope you’ll enjoy. As a kind farewell I’m going to let you in on a secret; my novel is based on Werewolves.
Have a howlingly good week!