How do you feel coming toward the end of a first draft? This is my first time through the process and I find that I am dragging my feet. I think that it is equal parts feeling down about the story coming to a close and looking ahead to reading it through and seeing what exactly I have come up with over the last two months. (As side note, I have been trying to convince my husband that I may not have been writing a novel but rather "All work and no play makes J a dull girl" for several hundred pages, and that he would do well to watch for further signs of insanity.)
Do other writers come to this point? Having really only written poetry (and tedious scientific papers) in the past I have never had a period of feeling so addicted to the process and yet so ambiguous toward completing it. I actually looked at the word count this morning (73K) and felt blue that I probably had less that 25K left to go. Am I a freak (yet again)?
Do other writers come to this point? Having really only written poetry (and tedious scientific papers) in the past I have never had a period of feeling so addicted to the process and yet so ambiguous toward completing it. I actually looked at the word count this morning (73K) and felt blue that I probably had less that 25K left to go. Am I a freak (yet again)?