I’m finding myself in a funny spot these days, writing-wise that is. I just finished a book. I’d spent months in that story, with those characters. In that last 6 weeks, I’ve re-read it twice, editing and fine-tuning as I went. I knew those characters, that story, that book.
In the end, I was very ready to move on to the next set of characters and begin telling their story. It had been brewing in the back of my mind for some time, and as I finished up the final edit on the now-complete manuscript, I found myself very anxious to get moving with new material.
And it is very exciting... the beginnings of a story... the first experiences with a new set of characters... getting to know them... learning to understand them... starting them on a path of adventure and growth.
But... I sort of miss the “sureness” of the previous manuscript. There was a measure of comfort about working in a story I was so familiar with. The firm knowledge that I knew exactly what was coming and how it was all going to happen was a cool place to be.
So, what’s my point? Nothing earth-shattering. Just that the end of one manuscript and the beginning of another create such different feelings in a writer. And both are way cool and really exciting. It’s all a part of the journey of a writer.
And I love the journey.
Happy writing and reading everybody!