Since February the 5th when I announced the draft of A Distant Threat of Moonlight was finished I have spent my time reading it back through. The last couple of weeks have been difficult. I have found myself unable to put the draft down and walk away from it. Most days I have been tinkering with the odd word or sentence and moving paragraphs about. This is a combination of a number of common problems at this stage in the process. Confidence or lack of it in the finished product. Being able to look at pages that were written awhile back with the experience I have since gained. Fear of rejection. Fear of the impact that rejection may have.
On the positive side I have a finished product that I am proud off. It’s not perfect, but neither am I. Having read the novel again I am okay with it. Despite this I have experienced at times an overwhelmingly feeling of sadness and depression. I should be pleased but I feel empty. I have lived and breathed this project for the best part of three years and did in fact give up more than once during this period. I am glad I did find the strength to pick myself up and return to it but I found like many before me it is so easy to start, it is the finishing that is the hard part. This evening the letting go of it I am finding even harder. You would think I would be glad to see the back of it. I have a very small piece to write between two particular chapters tomorrow and then I know I can leave it.
It has crossed my mind to burn it or whatever the digital equivalent is. This evening despite the last twenty-four hours and the constant lack of sleep this year I cannot see that happening now. It is reading well and at times some paragraphs are making me smile because I can say hand on heart I nailed it during those sentences. For now that is good enough. My ambition was to reach the finish line and I have crossed it. I may have staggered and crawled over it with bleeding fingertips and a heart and soul that deserves better days ahead but I finished.
I am approximately twenty-five percent into my next novel with a couple of ideas for future books. I have no shortage of material. I am not relying on this paying the bills. I would however like this to take me away from the day job and free up more time for writing. To this end I now have to pick myself up that little bit more and begin the process of putting it out there and taking the hits. I’m smiling as I type. Are we all mad to put ourselves through this?

