Yesterday I put the finishing touches on the final chapter of All I Wanna Do, my fanfiction serial story. I started writing it in January of 2009. I really wanted to finish it last month, but it just wouldn’t be rushed! I posted the final chapters today and I can’t stop smiling.
Is it literary perfection? HA! Hardly. Some of it is really bad. Some of it is boring. A lot of it is unrealistic and just plain reaching, especially to me, and I wrote it! What it is, is 2 years of progress. Two years of writing, two years of practice, two years of improvement. I can definitely see a difference between my first chapter and my last– all the tips I’ve picked up from writing blogs, and books on writing, and tips from writers and from novels. The change in how my writing has developed is obvious.
It was not easy. In fact if you read through this blog, you’ll find that I flail about quite easily and frequently. It’s hard for me to fall in love with my own words, when I want the words to literally jump off of the page and into your mind and heart. I want readers to nod along and understand, and as James Patterson has coined the phrase, “unputdownable”. I want that word to describe the things that I write.
I feel like I have a ways to go before I get there. But today I am closer to that than I was two years ago. And that’s what I call progress.
So now I am sitting here twiddling my thumbs and thinking… now what? For the first time in years, I don’t have a new chapter brewing in my mind. I don’t have an end point that I have to reach. The story– which was burning inside me, demanding to be told– is complete.
Maybe now I can think past this story… past this genre and write something new. Maybe something original.