I’m almost finished with the rough draft of my first novel length manuscript! It’s pretty exciting, but I think it’s one of the times I’ve been filled with the most doubt.
Have I tied up all the loose ends? Did I tie them up too quickly? Do the characters suddenly know everything? Does it make sense why the characters know the things they do? Should more have been discovered earlier on? Was stuff discovered earlier on and now I’m just repeating? Does it make sense?
Gah! Stress. Very much stress. I think partly because I’ve been avoiding figuring out the details and now I have to figure them out. So it seems to me, as the writer, that too much is suddenly being revealed in the end. It also doesn’t help that I can’t remember everything I’ve written in this manuscript.
But there is a reason this is the rough draft. The rough draft is supposed to be like this, I have to keep telling myself. It’s supposed to be my roadmap, my version of the outline. Now I can see where the problems are, now I can say to myself, “Okay go discover this point earlier. Make that point clearer. Work this background in sooner.” It’s supposed to help me see the clear, obvious flaws, so that the first draft is solid and strong, and so that my second draft is stronger still.
It’s not supposed to be perfect. It’s not supposed to be good. And that’s the hardest thing to accept.
I’ve got that itch. You know, the itch, the twitch when you know something is off? But I can’t quite fix it right now. I cant. I won’t have the holistic view of the story I need to transform it into the solid tale I know it can be.
Torture. That’s what it is. Torture.
Ah well. At least I’m finishing of length, and that is something to be said :)