The final chapters. Once I’d begun, I couldn’t stop until I’d graced those final pages; filling them with closing words, the character’s last thoughts and actions. And then, at roads end, at half past midnight, I’d finished.
I sat in the old brown chair, worn from sun and child’s play, in a half kneel, laptop rested on the arm. The prose wasn’t blooming, plenty of time for all of that; what I wanted was completion – the deadline fabulously flunked – and couldn’t wait a minute longer.
The last paragraph took nearly an hour; I couldn’t see for the tears. Was it really happening? Was I really coming to the end of the story. There’s a certain magic about the first draft; writing yourself into the narrative, meeting your characters, creating this other world… a brave new reality.
And now, a break for a few weeks or so.
What will I find in the reread? I hope a story.
It is a strange feeling, isn’t it…
I have no doubt that you will find a story, and I do hope that I will be able to read it one day! xx
Deep down I know the story is there but it’s going to need a lot of fine tuning! X
Fantastic! I remember typing ‘The End’ under my last paragraph. It was surreal. xx
Thank you! That’s the one thing I forgot to do, maybe when I have finished all the editing. X
How exciting! I can’t wait to get to this point! And congrats on your anthology – just been reading about it on Stephanie’s blog. Will be buying a copy!
It is… now I have the task of editing the damn thing…. and thank you so much regarding the anthology!