I mean I think I’ve finished… I’ve written several drafts, re-structured and revised, added some pretty bits, deleted some rubbish bits and I think it’s time to say the words out loud.
My book is finished.
As we’re talking about our works-in-progress at the moment, I thought I’d share with you an extract from my diary – a week in the life of my book and my head as I get into final edits. But only because today is Friday. If today was Tuesday or Thursday, you’d have no chance.
I think I’ve finished. Yes, I really do think it’s finished… I shall spend the rest of the week having a final read through before the book goes off to Lovely Agent. Here we go – Chapter 1 … Hmmm… not bad. That bit’s quite good. Ha – I actually like this – in fact, it’s GREAT! Look at me – I can write! In fact, it’s more than great, it’s a work of TOWERING GENIUS! It’s the BEST BOOK EVER!
Shall celebrate with cake and wine.
Oh. What’s this? Who wrote this? I didn’t. Did I? This is terrible. Awful. This is the biggest pile of rubbish EVER! Who sneaked on to my computer and wrote this? Who replaced my lovely book with this nonsense? Was it YOU?? This is awful. The worst. I’m going to burn it all. I’m going to burn my laptop as well, so no one else ever has to read this DRIVEL!
Shall commiserate with cake and wine.
Hmmm… Well, maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe if I just re-write this bit and that bit, it’ll be okay…
Shall ponder this over cake and wine.
I can’t write. Why did I ever think I could write? I’m so stupid. I haven’t seen daylight or tidied my house for a year and for what? 90,000 stupid, meaningless words that don’t even make sense! My book is terrible. I am terrible. I’m going to take up cake decorating or scuba diving instead.
Need to buy more cake and wine.
Inspiration! YES! Middle of the night, cats miaowing, children crying, husband snoring and the answer came to me… I know how to fix everything! Just a few final tweaks and the book will be PERFECT! Brilliant! BEST EVER! I LOVE writing… Love it, love it, love it. Even more than cake. And wine.
Talking of …who ate all my cake and drank all the wine?
This is the abridged version. Take the above, repeat over the course of a year, add a few swear words and a lot more cake and wine and you’ll get a truer picture of my relationship with my work-in-progress. Why do I do it? Why do any of us, published or unpublished? Is it worth it? Yes, of course it is – it’s worth every pain-filled moment just for the pay-off of that Friday feeling…
Please, someone, tell me it’s not just me that goes through this???