I’m finally moving on from the Barrel of Chaotic Monkeys that is plot focus and jumping into the Barrel of Different Chaotic Monkeys that is character focus
Eight drafts and three years later. That’s a lot. I was trying to fit the whole world into a book. (Pro tip – don’t do that.) At first, I wanted to pour my hurt into it. Then I wanted to pour my hope into it. Now I just want to pour the truth into it. That’s the only thing that works.
At 1:59 this afternoon, I finished the first draft of my novel. Really it’s an eighth first draft. It took 3 years of writing, not writing, listening, hitting dead ends, growing, changing, and learning to write at the level this story needs. There’s much left to do. But this is a good day.