55,910.
Draft one–done.
I feel kind of queasy. Well, “kind of” being an understatement. I feel like it’s derivative of a million other, better books. I feel like it will never be very good. And yet, there it is. Fifty-six thousand words that all go together to tell a story. Who thought I had it in me?
I wasn’t sure, that’s for sure.
I’m still not sure what it’s going to be like to write the second draft. I mean, not only have I never written a first draft before, I sure as hell haven’t done the kind of second-drafting this thing will need.
But I’ve also been poking around a lot on the internet and I find that I really like hearing about other people’s processes. And so I can’t resist telling you about mine. So, yes, six chapters, 56,000 words. First draft.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Whew, that feels good and scary.
Before I start my second draft, my goal is go get a firm idea of what that second draft needs to be. I worry that my aspirations are beyond my talent.
But we’ll see, right?