An issue with writing stories in longhand is the fact that longhand doesn’t magically translate itself into typed without effort. But today, after much effort and only finishing twelve days after I’d hoped (February was too full of sickness and February despair to stay on target), I finished typing up my longest piece so far (see title for nice, round word-count).
Is my longer piece good? It could be better, of course. This is really only draft one.point.five. Could it be longer? Probably needs to be. The ending scenes with Peter are rushed because I was more focused on finishing than goodeding.
Even if this piece never amounts to anything, I should feel happy I got to the end of draft one.point.five at least. Now I will put it in a drawer and ignore it for a month. Writing it and typing it is nothing compared with the massive amount of editing, fixing, rewriting, junking, and starting over that has yet to occur.