I now have 57646 words, and the story is finally done. I’m so tired of this story now. I need some distance from this story before ever touching it again.
I. Am. Done.
It’s been a crazy ride. I mostly let the characters run the story, going off on whims in every direction. There are some parts that are hilarious. There are probably more parts that are really dry and boring. But it is a story, and it has a beginning, a lot of action, a climax, and an end. So I did succeed, although I hate the story a bit.
I’m not gonna stop writing, though. Only ten minutes after being done with this year’s story, I dug up last year’s story for editing. My first thought after seeing the chaos that was last year’s story?
This is gonna take a really long time.
Not only because the story is about 19000 words long, and needs serious fleshing out, but also because I didn’t keep to one story, writing a background story for a character here, another character there. And this happened in the middle of the main story.
Yeah. I have a lot of work in front of me.
But hey. In last year’s story, I know the characters. The first character from this particular universe was definitely a part of my pretending games when I was less than ten years old. She is sadly dead at the point this particular story unfolds, but three of her uncles are main characters. And one of these uncles is also from the early development of the universe.
A couple of years ago, I felt the need to get this story down on paper, and I tried several times. Every time I felt I couldn’t give the story the quality it demanded. Last year’s NaNoWriMo, I managed to bind and gag my inner editor for just enough time to get some of the eighty years of history down on paper. Then, I had to leave the story be for a while, so I didn’t delete the whole thing out of disgust. I read some of it for the first time since I wrote it tonight, and although it has a lot of potential, it needs so much work.
I’m ready now. The story needs to be polished. And then someone will have to read it. Someone who is not me. And then, if someone else sees the potential I see, I will see if I can get someone to publish it.