An amazing thing happened today before I went to work. As I was typing away on my story, I reached a point where I wrote ‘The End’. I was actually able to come to a conclusion. I had reached the climax of my story more than a week ago, but still needed to amble my way through all the dangling story threads to give them some sort of finish. It’s not perfect, but then again, it is a first draft. I can pretty well guarantee the need to shore up some gaping plot holes, invigorate passages of passive voice, eliminate irrelevant adverbs and correct a plethora of typos and other misspellings. Just not right now. I am going to stick the whole thing into a virtual drawer and not look at it for at least six weeks.
I have yet to decide if I am going to let anyone read it in its current rough state. All the articles and books I have read on this stage of the game do not agree on whether to wait for a revision or not. The scales are currently tipped towards waiting. There are some people who would like a glimpse of it now, but unless they can convince me to let them into the rehearsals they will just have to wait.
Now I have to decide what to do for the next few weeks. I don’t know if I should start something new or catch up on my Netflix queue.