Any writer knows that getting to the end is a sacred thing. There is no greater feeling than typing the words “The End’ at the bottom of a manuscript. For me, it is even more sacred and amazing because I very rarely get to the end of a story and when I do, it is cause for much celebration.
Last night, at 11:50 I reached the end of my science-fiction novel that I started with NaNo 2012. Back in November when I reached the 50k I wasn’t sure whether or not I would finish the story. I wanted to, but life got in the way and I put it aside.
Then, at the end of February / beginning of March I went back and began re-writing the beginning and middle of the novel. I added in subplots, rearranged moments and when I got to the end of what I had written I continued on. In eight days I wrote more than fifteen thousand words which is a freakish pace even for me. Last night alone I churned out close to five thousand an they encompassed the last two chapters and the epilogue.
My story is might be complete but now the real work begins. I’m going to make it presentable. I have a really good feeling about this one. I’ve written and completed many stories in the past but this is the first one (save my very first novel) that I’ve felt was good enough to try and get published.
That’s the endgame after all and my fingers are crossed that SoulShip can be fixed up enough.