The exciting thing is that last night around one o’clock in the morning, I finished the first draft of my novella, Scales. It has clocked in at 48,000 words, about 10,000 more words than the other two novellas. I was getting very nervous as I kept watching the word count rise. This isn’t a novella anymore! I thought to myself. But I was wrong because a novella is not only defined by word count, but several other factors. I am not certain all three novellas I have written are spot-on novellas, but at least I tried! In the end, it doesn’t matter. They’re stories. Period.
I started Scales March of last year, so it’s been about a year. Can you believe it took me an entire year to write 48,000 words? Yeah, me neither. And here I’m thinking I can start my next book and finish it in six months. Nothing will keep me from trying! The truth is that 2011 was a really hard year for me. This year is already so much better, especially attitude-wise on my end.
So after this long, long year of getting other books ready for publication and trying to finish this little novella, I finally typed the last words last night. This has never happened, but I started crying. CRYING. I don’t exactly know why, but I swear it was one of the most intense writing moments of my life. It was like a dragon literally flew off my shoulders and left me with a feeling of immediate peace. This book has been especially painful for me to write, and I think it’s because it deals with some really deep issues I have – issues I have never breathed to a living soul. Since I cannot seem to speak about these issues with anyone, the only way I have found to deal with them is through my fiction. I think sometimes this is the only way any of us can deal with such deeply rooted things within ourselves. Stories have a way of touching us like nothing else, and writing this one has been a roller coaster for me. Now that the main part of the ride has stopped, I can finally breathe. I’ve discovered something about myself in this story. My hope is that others will discover something about themselves too.
Here’s to stories that make us cry. I hope they never stop coming.