It… Is… Finished…

The first draft of my graphic novel is done! Only 3 months (::cough:: 4 years ::cough cough::) later than I wanted it to be. But that’s okay. Life is a twisted, winding road, and there is nothing that I can do about that.

I finished Saturday and will be taking a week and 1/2 off to edit something for a friend and give myself some space from the project, then I’ll tackle the rewrites. After that, it passes over to my husband’s hands for editing, then back to me, then it’ll be another year or two before we even start releasing it probably. I still haven’t decided if I want to go the webcomic route or not. We’ll see.

There is always such a feeling of accomplishment when a draft is finished, but at the same time, I always get this huge backlash of self-doubt leading up to the completion of a project, which then spills over into other areas of both my creative and personal life. Fortunately, I find that I finally have the tools to deal with the insecurities as they arise rather than allowing them to linger for any length of time, so that’s a good thing.

I figure that I’ll be able to begin working on my novel in May, which is already half written (requiring major editing), so my goal of releasing a first novel by the end of the year is doable, maybe. It’s the goal, anyway. We’ll see what happens. Chances are, I’ll be moving sometime during the summer months (within the same city), so that will definitely throw my creative schedule off for a while.

Overthinking the First Draft

Oh look, a writing post for the first time in eons. Isn’t this a surprise?

Well, my draft for my graphic novel is crawling along, and I’m finally approaching the final climax. I skipped ahead today to write out an epilogue I’ve been going back and forth on in my head. It is kind of a “what a twist” ending, which I’m not really sure that I want, and it takes the story down a much more cynical and dark path than it was on, and it was already fairly dark to begin with.

Aside from only having, when I’m lucky, about 30 minutes a day to write fiction or poetry, I also have a tendency to have to force myself to step back from the story and just let things come out. But it’s difficult for me. It’s not that I’m self-editing myself but that my brain is truly crafting sentences and phrases as they come. I can’t just “get it down and fix it later”. Which slows my productivity, but it gives me a first draft that is probably like some authors’ fourth or fifth, as far as edits and typos go. So maybe it balances out? I don’t know.

Again, it’s one of those situations where I think each writer has to find what works best for them. As long as you are moving forward in some way, even if it feels like crawling, eventually you will have a finished manuscript. And maybe it needs only two rounds of editing before publishing and maybe it needs twenty. And maybe you finished it in a month or maybe it takes you ten years. The important thing is that you have something to say, and eventually you say it in the best way that you can.

But then again, I’m probably overthinking all of that, too.