by Shelt Garner
Finally, after months of work on this official first draft of my first novel, I’m nearing the end of the second act and heading into the third. I’m finally writing the juicy parts that might cause my gentle readers to check their watch at 4:30 a.m. on a Wednesday and push themselves to finish the novel even if it means being late for work the next day.
That, at least, is the goal.
But I still have a lot of work ahead of me.
I have to actually finish this first draft, then pause for a month, then re-write everything for a second beta draft that I can show beta readers.
That’s a lot of work, but it’s totally worth it.
I’ve finally seen land on the horizon, after years of feeling lost and wondering if I had totally misjudged what I got myself into.
Barring something I can’t predict, at a minimum, I’m going to finish a novel by the time I turn 50. Then, to try to sell it.