Finished
At least for now, although thinking about it, it’s probably only just started! Maybe I should just say, “I have written the very first draft of my very first complete novel.” It was an incredible feeling though, to see all the chapters put together, with a word count of more than 83 thousand… People around me have been so positive and supportive, but now it’s up to the Publishers! I sent off the manuscript of my novel, still struggling with the title… I have called it Bellcombe Heritage, as I really have no idea what else to call it!
Now I’m just waiting, checking my email regularly, dreading to see the words, “Sorry, but this manuscript would need to change 90% to make it work…” or words to that effect… I keep telling myself that it’s not finished, and will need lots of work, no doubt. It’s hard to see where the changes will have to be though, as we see our writing differently from those around us. I absolutely loved writing the story, and feel that really the main character’s story is by no means finished. If I had continued, it would have been a different story altogether. It’s hard to let go, and to feel that this part of her life is finished, the story of her life at this time is finished.
My concern is that a rejecting will be the finish of my enjoyment of the story. I know it shouldn’t be, as I have just loved doing it. Will it feel as if I have liked the wrong thing though? Like thinking the world of a person, watching their shows etc, and then they get arrested, and it’s as if you have liked a lie all the time. You look back on the great moments, and suddenly they’re not great anymore, for it was based on lies.
Well, finished with the gloom, and I will remind myself that I enjoyed the writing, and I particularly enjoyed thinking from the character’s perspective, answering questions about trust, faith and God from her viewpoint. Very enriching, as well as encouraging. Now I’m looking ahead, thinking of the next story…