In February of 2019 I started the first draft of a novel – lets call it “Project A.” Starting a novel is a thing I had done before – I had even finished a draft of one the year before – but it was no less daunting a task. Despite the excitement of a new project and the accompanying flood of ideas I could shrug off the anxiety. Would it be any good? Would I finish it? If I did, would it be worth revising?
18 months and 86,000 words later, the 1st draft of Project A is done. A great big novel that no one will EVER read. This draft at least. Just about every writer I have ever heard talk on the subject has said something along the lines of the 1st draft being for the writer alone. Reading through what I’ve done over the last year and a half… yeah. This is just for me.
Unlike the other books I attempted 1 finished and 2 abandoned – I am pretty happy with where Project A went and I am already working on a list of things to revise and/or rewrite. This is good. But it’s new territory and I’m trying to pace myself so as not to throw out/change too much too soon. Part of me wonders if maybe I should go back and look at my other novel and attempt a revision there, just to get the feel for the process.
Beyond that, I’m feeling good about things. If anyone out there has any advice, I’m all ears.