Well, with absolutely no feelings of euphoria I finally got to the end of what I am optimistically calling the final draft of All the Places I’ve Ever Been. Not only that, but I’ve sent it off, just short of the deadline to a couple of novel writing competitions. Oh Lordy.
The last few weeks have involved frantic re-writing of various sections (including my rather rushed ending) and a beefing up of my characters. I’ve also been trying to find the animal or poltergeist who seems to run over my keyboard every time I turn my back. No matter how carefully I check my script, I seem to find errors typos and repetitions everywhere. Hopefully I’ve spotted all the buggers now and my completed manuscript is perfect – some hope.
Next on the agenda, which is why there is no euphoria yet is the redrafting of the redrafted synopsis and preparation for my reading slot at Aye Write and then, drum roll, the sending out to agents. Wish me luck. It’s been a bit of a long haul, but I’ve got there in the end. Or at least I’ve got to the bit where I can actually show my novel to people and hope that this isn’t in fact the end of the journey, but the start of a new stage.