I’ve been stealing moments to write my first novel for so long now that when I wrote the last scene I was caught unawares.
Tidying up some spelling and rushed typing I saved the file and then noticed that the pressure to go on, to finish, had gone.
Then I realised. That was it. The place I had always planned to end had been reached. It was over.
So I immediately began re-reading and re-writing….
While the breadth of the novel is complete, the depth and dimension no doubt will require some work.
And in the end, who knows if anyone but me will read it.
Not to worry, I don’t care.
Still, I did submit it to a publisher today.
If you are interested to know more, leave a comment, I could be enticed to share a few details from my secret life of writing.
I’d say 100 comments might be enticing enough….