The friend I wrote about a couple weeks ago when I shared the poster-board and crayon method of scene writing, has made another milestone. First, she must have finished that pesky battle scene that was making her so nuts. Because this week she wrote and shared another milestone. I thought I’d take it and share the progression of thoughts with you guys. Anonymously, of course, for her.
Ok, so here’s the thing. I THINK I just finished my book. Does that
I had planned on writing a few more scenes, but it feels like this is
the end. I’ve got the tears (mine and hopefully the readers’), the
emotion, the hope for survival. Will another scene ruin that? I think it will.
OK, I think I just convinced myself, but feel free to respond with
So … I finished it! Now I really am crying!
Yes! Cry and whoop and jump and dance!
You have now become a writer.
A *real* writer. You finished a project. A whole book!
Might you eventually add another scene?
Maybe. Who knows. But savor this now. The first time only happens once.
So, why am I choosing to write about this today? Simple. It is a huge milestone. *Really huge.*
General numbers (made up but oft quoted) about writers go:
One in a 100 people want to write a book.
For every 100 people who want to write a book, one will start.
For every 100 who start, one will finish.
For every 100 who finish, one will be commercially published.
Anonymous just became one of a very small percentage of people on this earth. She should celebrate – dance, laugh, go out to dinner, run in circles barking. No, wait. That’s my dog. *grins*
But then I felt like running in circles when I finished my first book. And barking and wagging my tail too. I felt lighter than air, full of joy, as if angel wings were beating all around me. I sat on the couch for a moment, taking it all in. And I celebrated by, well, working some more. Which pattern of behavior became my reaction to milestones ever after.
As it turns out, that was really dumb, and the result of the stress I put myself under was dangerous to my health. It is long-lasting and very negative. So every time you pass a milestone, celebrate. Rest. Enjoy the moment. There are so few moments of true accomplishment in life. Remember to savor each.
No one is a writer until they finish a work, be it short story, article, or novel, just like no one is a bricklayer until they cap off that first wall. It takes accomplishment to don the cap and robe and cross the stage. Anonymous did it. She finished a book. She should celebrate.
My question to the other writers here (are there any folk here who are not writers?)
How did you celebrate on that first big milestone? And any other memorable ones thereafter?