I finished the beta readers draft of my manuscript about 24 hours ago…
I know what is next, a little tweaking and polishing, fixing the misspelled words that even spellcheck shrugged at, and a half dozen alien slang words. Then, let it go, into the hands of my trusted beta readers, to tell me what trees I missed while in the forest. I know, and have been warned, to not cling, to not fiddle it to death.
I feel odd. Empty and full. Happy and sad. Confused and confident.
Word count is 176,427. Looking at the log, it took 82 non-consecutive days. Most of the missed days were holidays; even while sick I could put aside some time for it. The log says I started the rewrite on Oct 9th. I don’t remember, it just seems like I was always writing it.
My brain feels like it’s a different shape, somehow, even more than when I finished the longhand first draft. I’m wondering if it could ever go back to the original shape. Would I want it to? Will I feel this way after every re-write? Every future book?
While I’m in this odd state, not ready to edit, not ready to move on to another project, I’m working on the character list/bio and a slang glossary. May be I’ll look at the synopsis, press blurb, and jacket teaser, too. One way or another, I will rough edit it and hand it over in a week. That is my new goal.
Coming soon, the epic Sci-fi Romance, ‘The Contract.’