It does. A massive amount.
But it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is the first draft is done. Complete. Finished. It’s a mess, there are gaps, and my editor would kick my butt if she saw the state of some of the syntax at the moment, but …I love it.
Since publishing Three Lives Down late last year I’ve been bouncing around a couple of new novel ideas, but had to put the other one aside when this one, the fourth in the Dan Taylor series, simply took on a life of its own, and it was all I could do to try to keep up.
That’s just the way it goes sometimes. You plot, you outline, you creep towards the first 10,000 words, and then whoosh – before you know it, it’s done, and you sort of sit there in delayed shock thinking ‘What the hell just happened?’
From here, I’ll put it away for a couple of weeks now. That lets my brain have a break – it means I’ll approach the second draft with a clear mind instead of trying to tie myself in knots as I attempt to convey what’s in my head and put it on paper.
In the meantime, I’ll go back to working on the other project, but every now and again I’ll think of something to include in DT4 and will jot it down – a fact to check; a witty one-liner; a twist I didn’t see coming despite all my best efforts at plotting up front to try to keep my characters in check. It happens.
Then, towards the end of February, I’ll dig out the manuscript again, read it from beginning to end for the first time ever, and launch back into it.
And, when I’ve finished that next draft, hopefully it won’t suck.