There is something bittersweet about writing those fateful last two words on your manuscript, ‘The End’.
That’s because it’s not. Oh, no. It’s just the beginning.
However daunting the next phase of the writing process is, it’s a huge sigh of relief to finally finish the NaNoWriMo project for this year.
Then ending only changed a dozen times, the most recent version yesterday, when finally in possession of all the facts, we make discoveries that we really wished we hadn’t.
Certainly, the story lives up to the tentative book title ‘Betrayed’ though I’m not sure if I might use ‘Betrayal’ instead. But a decision on that is a long way off.
Now it’s time to park the manuscript, at the moment running to over 80,000 words, more than I actually intended, and let it simmer in the back of my mind until the first edit next year sometime.
Having parked two or three other projects so I could concentrate on this, now I can go back and continue with my episodic stories, and, at last, find myself able to progress at least one.
But, let me say this, it’s a hell of a way to write a novel in a short space of time.