I finished the first draft to my story today. Cripes, I don’t even have a title. I would like this story to be the start of a series, so I feel compelled to create two titles. On the other hand, Sherlock Holmes didn’t have a unifying title so maybe I will wing it and just come up with one. Still, what do you call a story about two librarians asking to buy a book from a fetish photographer? Hrrrrmmm.
I used to hate doing second drafts but I am looking forward to this one. The entire time I wrote this story I kept wanting to go back and redo the last page. I found out the hard way that this results in a near perfect first page with no story after it. I held off on my changes, swearing I would get to them in the editing. Sure enough, I am. I will keep that in mind when I start on my second story.
Now that I have one story nearly finished, I find myself judging how fast it took, and how many can I expect to write this year. I blame my years at a car factory for this. I am thinking of my writing in cycle counts, ugh.
Back to work for me.