HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE BROTHER...THE BEST BROTHER FOR WHICH A GIRL COULD EVER ASK!
Sometime before the Great Canine Stomach Surgery of 2015, I did something that I, quite honestly, thought I might never, ever, do.
I finished Second Nature.
So you might be wondering why you're only hearing about this now. Why there wasn't a post on this blog filled with some choice Happy Dance gifs like these:
Aaaaaand maybe just one more because I can never resist the urge to use it whenever it fits...
Doing posts filled with Happy Dance gifs has become my habit/tradition upon the completion of a WIP. Well, all right, so maybe 'habit/tradition' is too strong a word/phrase. I mean, I did do it that one time that I actually manged to finish a WIP—because that really has happened only one magical time—but I didn't do that post this time. So maybe it's not a habit or a tradition or anything else.
But, whatever it should be called, I didn't do it this time.
Because here's the thing...When it comes to finishing this monster novel of mine (and at 325,000 words, it really is a monster), I'm feeling more like this:
Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I'm just sad. Maybe both.
Or maybe I'm just not happy with how it turned out.
I mean, I know it's the third one. The other two may be contributing factors, but the truth is that I am not happy with how it turned out. There were some twists (well, maybe not 'twists', per say, but unplanned alterations to the original plans, at the very least) that came out that I'm not convinced (despite the best efforts of my brave, brave brother) that I...I don't even know. I just think I screwed it up.
Now, if I came on this blog and said how pleased I was with my work, you'd be running to escape the invasion of the body snatchers or whatever, because me being hyper critical of all I do (and don't do...*coughcough* exercise *coughcough*) is just what I do, along with being sarcastic and worshiping at the altar of Joss Whedon.
But I did the Happy Dance post before, so even if I maybe wasn't particularly pleased with what I had written (I honestly don't remember if I was, but I'm guessing not because I'm still me, after all), I was pleased to have done the writing. I was pleased to have finished the WIP.
This time...not so much.
And it's kind of stupid, too, to feel like this, given that the manuscript in question is still a first draft. It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't have to be good. It just has to be done, and that I did.
Now it's sitting in a drawer (not, like, literally or anything) where it will remain until I decide to look at it again. A month, at least. Probably two. Maybe three. Maybe I'll never look at it again.
Probably not that one.
Time away between drafts is always a good thing, I think. It allows one to look at a story with fresh eyes, and I know in the past when I have done this, it becomes much clearer what needs to be altered or cut in the next draft. It is my hope that time away will not only give me those vital fresh eyes, but will also help get me to that Happy Dance place (I don't know why I keep capitalizing 'Happy Dance', by the way. It just happens.).
I want this story to be good. Better than good, even. Or, as good as I can make it, perhaps. It contains my absolute favorite character, and I want to do her story justice.
So that's what I'm doing. Waiting. Patiently, as only I can.
So, that's gonna do it for me today. What's going on in your corner of the Internet?