I am so close to finished I can almost taste it.
Foolishly, I made a deal with myself at the beginning of this year that I would send off my WIP to agents by August.
That will not happen. I am so close, so very, very close. But the closer I am to finishing the more I realise JUST HOW MUCH there is to finish.
My third draft is close to complete. But even then it will need to be subjected to a fourth edit. The dreaded “copy edit.” Only when that is completed will I dare to make a start on my submission letter, and god only knows how long that will take me.
It’s been three years since I last (and first) sent off a novel for submission to agents. I remember the submission letter being the hardest damn thing. I think it took me over a month, if I recall correctly.
But I am in the final stages now. I can see the finish line. With any luck I can send off this project by Christmas/January. I imagine I will feel a sense of completeness, as this is the novel I have been toiling and obsessing over since NaNoWriMo 2016.
Of course there will also be the insurmountable dread and fear of rejection. The worry over just how cruel those rejections might be…but I’ll deal with that later.
I honestly don’t know what I’ll do when I finish my current WIP. I imagine I’ll start a new project quite quickly but this one has consumed my time and brain-space for so long I wonder how easy it will be to let go of it.
Maybe that’s a challenge for this year’s NaNoWriMo?
Does anybody else get wistful or frustrated when finishing their WIPs? Or is it just me who becomes all sad and sentimental?
Let me know sweet things.
Rachel Writes xx