One can never quite predict when a story might be done, where the line in the sand has been drawn, and that’s it, stop tinkering.
Finally, I’ve drawn that line in the sand.
But are we ever satisfied the story is done, can we not make one more change, it’s just a little tweak, it won’t take long.
My editor tolerated three ‘minor’ changes.
Firstly, a change of name for a character
Secondly, consistency of word use, such as times and contractions
Thirdly, I wasn’t happy with the overall story, and it needed some more action
It took three weeks to sort out all of those issues, and last night I send the final draft to the Editor.
It’s like watching your child go to school of their first day. Not knowing what will happen but expecting everything will be fine.
This morning I sat in front of the computer, a blank sheet of paper on the screen. I know it’s not a matter of starting the next story from scratch; I have so many started and finished, sitting in the wings to be ‘tinkered with’.
It’s my way of savoring the moment.
Just before I dive back into the murky waters.