With everything that's been going on, I'm lucky I've had time to write as much as I have. Things seem to have escalated to the point that I barely have time to think. Despite all this, though, the end of a novel draws near.
I speak, of course, of my novel. It's strange to think I will have to type those words in a matter of hours. I don't want to contemplate how it will feel to have finally done it. This won't be the first novel I've written, but it is the first novel that I've finished and done something with.
The melancholy has finally set in and I know exactly how Jo felt when she finally finished writing Harry Potter. It's bittersweet, but it is something you must become accustomed to as a writer.
Now to finally finish what I started....
I've never felt sad about finishing a novel. I always felt elated and victorious - a grand accomplishment. Together with this is usually the motivation to begin anew on the next adventure, the next story. But perhaps this is just my particular brand of weirdness?
ReplyDeleteMe neither. I felt that finishing a novel is giving your characters life. While the story is unfinished, they're ideas, but when you finish, they have a beginning, middle, and end, at least for that part of their life. It makes them real, to have solved a problem or situation. It's the best feeling.
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