The End, how satisfying it is to write those two little words after weeks, or months, or sometimes years of putting your soul into a manuscript.
My novella finished up at 26,690 words. I was aiming for between 25,000 and 30,000 words, so I’m happy with the length.
From go to whoa the writing took exactly 6 weeks. I was aiming to write 5,000 words per week. So I fell a little short. Who else but me (and you) would know? And no-one but me would care.
I’m pleased with the way I tied off all the loose ends and the sub-plots, and brought the story to a conclusion that I think is satisfying.
How did I do that? I used my mind map, which I stuck to the wall next to my computer. I’m a visual person, so being able to see a chart with all the coloured twigs and branches, and the links between them, I just knew where the story was going. I chose not to do a scene map after all because the piece was short enough to keep fluid and mostly in my head. As I wrote the last scene a twist to the plot sprang out of no-where, that I don’t believe would have happened if I’d been using the left side of my brain.
But wait, there’s more. I’d received some very encouraging feedback from a writers group I belong to. (We meet every month and swap about 5 pages of manuscript for mutual critiquing). I was asked if the story was set in the 1970s because it had that sort of feel. It isn’t. It’s supposed to be contemporary. Just for fun (and before I wrote The End), I drafted a frame story – set 25 years from now – around the main story. I think it works!
Now for the real work to begin: the edit. I’ll let you know how it goes.