After reading about 150 pages of my unfinished 948-page beast of a novel, I’ve already started planning the re-write and finish. I’m having a blast!
It’s fascinating reading something I began 17 years ago. My thought processes, writing style and life experience has changed me, but these book characters remain the same. Since I’m reading a first-draft, the temptation to edit as I go is very difficult to resist. However, it is imperative I read this through to the end. Then, I have a choice to make.
Will I finish the book where I left off, or re-write/edit it and then finish? I think the story will tell me.
When I write creatively, I’m in a space and time far away from my body. My mind sends impulses to my hands, which type what I’m “seeing”. It’s a high I can’t explain, a drug I can’t sell, a feeling I can’t quite describe. It’s very addictive though. Reading this, I see the traits of so many of my beloved friends and family in the characters. Many parts of it bring me to tears, yet I realize my readers probably won’t be so moved. Yet it’s healthy for me to get this down. A catharsis of sorts. The characters are living, breathing beings who have souls, and they seem to have ganged up on me. They scream in my ear: “FINISH THIS!”
Why I stopped so abruptly defies explanation. Hell, I don’t know if the book will even sell. Finishing it, though, is my major literary goal of 2014. So far, I’m having a blast!