I just finished typing the last words of a novella I’ve been working on for the past couple months. Now it’s done. It’s quite exciting, really. I do believe it’s the longest entirely completed piece I’ve done. Completed as in it’s gone through multiple drafts and is just about as good as I can make it.
I can now breathe a sigh of relief and exultation.
Then I have to take another breath and move on to the next stage: criticism. Because a story can always be better than I can write on my own. It takes someone’s viewpoint and opinions–or those of several people–to let me see a story from another angle. Then I can take that input and improve the whole.
Writing is a long process.
But it is an excellent thing, a thrilling adventure. It’s like being the architect in Inception, able to mold a world beneath your fingers.