The Feeling of Finishing19:15
Reaching the end of a draft is such a rush. After being lost deep in edits for weeks, in this case edits of my fantasy novel The Crystal Tree, coming out the other side is an amazing feeling. Racing to hit a deadline that flashed past, lost in the rush of creating order out of chaos, struggling to find just the right words to convey the actions, emotions, and beauty of the moment. And then reaching the end and the final words, sitting with fingers poised over the keys as I wrestled with the all-important last paragraph. Hitting ‘Save’ for the last time and knowing the draft is finished.
There’s no feeling like it.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of being finished with a draft, whether it’s the first or the ninth. Somewhere between exhilaration and exhaustion if I had to try. And each time has its own moment of pride, something in particular to be proud of having done. This time for me, it’s knowing that I’ve finished a ninth draft. I’ve stuck with a book for five years. I’ve finally pulled it into a good enough shape that I can send it out to some amazing people for beta reading, to help me find the story again in the maze of words that is all I can see now.
It makes me wonder what it would be like to finish it for good.
What will it be like to close a document and know that the story is done, after all the years of rewriting, reimagining, editing, re-editing, are over? To know that my book, my creation, is ready to go into the hands of readers? That maybe it might end up sitting on someone’s bookshelf (certainly on mine) with other published works? What is that feeing going to be like to know that the thousands of hours I’ve poured into learning my craft, practicing it, perfecting my words, have finally resulted in a finished product?
I can’t imagine it. But I think it will be amazing.