Two little words, so much meaning.
I finally wrote "The End" on Tiamat's Nest this evening. The first draft is finished, at just over 75k words.
I started this story back late in 2009, but ground to a halt after three months and 14k words. I clearly wasn't ready to write it just yet.
I picked it up again last summer, spending weeks getting my head back into this world and reminding myself of the story I planned to write, then resumed work in earnest in August. Now, just over six months later, I've completed my second novel.
First time around it felt like a huge achievement just to be able to say, "I've written a novel." Those words still tickle me, to be honest.
But now, I know it wasn't a one-off. That means a lot to me.
Of course, as I learned from Ghosts of Innocence, "The End" is anything but the end. It is only the beginning.
So, what next?
First, I plan to let it mull for a while before I think about any revisions. I haven't even printed it off for a full read through yet, and I need to give it a thorough overhaul before it's ready for anyone else's eyes. Then there's the critiquing process, which will likely take the rest of this year. Then more revisions, and then more of the same.
Yes, there is a whole mountain yet to climb.
But, for now, I'm content with the view from base camp.
How do you feel about those words: The End?