A stupid first draft.
Many facepalms and “head-to-desks”.
And I finally finished Esmeralda.
I’m not gonna lie, it was super exciting to type out those two words. I wrote Esmeralda’s first draft in 100 days exactly (350+ pages) and am quite proud of the fact. A few of you read that original ending, and can attest to just how dreadful it was. To be honest, I don’t know that I have the greatest ending now, but I think it’s better. And for now – since this rewrite took me eleven months – I’m more than willing to just let it sit for a bit.
I felt like a whole chunk of my life was gone when I finished this time. It was kinda weird, like empty-nesting. But a good-weird. I’ll kinda miss my characters, but Finding You is really taking off in my mind and I can’t wait to turn my attention there now.
I wish I had the time / patience to write a drawn out “author’s note” of a post here, but I don’t. I am so incredibly grateful for all of you who read Esmeralda- especially for the comments and reviews that told me what you were thinking. You are all so kind and encouraging, and when I’d read that you cared about what happened to the characters, it gave me this giddy feeling in my stomach. I felt like a real writer, and I don’t know what would have happened to my poor book if I’d never gotten feedback. There were definitely times when I felt like it wasn’t worth saving, and then I’d find a new comment asking for more. And that always spurred me on.
I know there are several issues left to work out. Someday I’ll write a third draft, after I have some understanding of the Russian language, perhaps, and can make Evy’s world into a Russian one. I’ll fix the inconsistencies, maybe deepen the characters, and work out a few of the issues that Evy would have had after eight years a prison cell. And amidst all that, I’ll manage to cut it down about 25,000 words. Yeeaahhh.
There’s much teasing debate at my house as to who I’ll “dedicate” the book to- my little brother insists that he has always been there for me (though he mocks any hint of romance, so…), most of my family is saying that I’d “better not dedicate it to ‘some friend’ because they’ve always supported me”, and my sister Em says I should dedicate it to “Matthew, Marilla, and ‘Gil’” and give it to said “Gil” as he’s dying of scarlet fever. I think I like her suggestion best. 😉
My biggest thanks goes to my God, though- without His strength I would be a mess and a shoddy writer, and it’s only by His grace that I’ve gotten as far as I have.
So thanks so much for sticking with me, folks. I love you all (and I mean that, really- my Figgie friends are some of my dearest).