Or at least a rough draft of one.
According to Google Docs, I created this project on September 7, 2014, just shy of two years ago. It’s about 27,000 words, meaning I wrote about 2,250 words per month. Clearly I am not a fast writer, but I kept plugging along.
It’s called “The Wide, Mad Ocean,” and like many writers, I get all embarrassed when I try to describe the plot. Generally, it’s about loss and making connections and trying to muddle through. I don’t think I’m breaking any new literary ground in plot or themes, but I’m okay with that. It’s only my first novella.
I printed it out the first draft so I could bind it, stick on my shelf, and feel good. Beyond that, I have no idea what to do next. I guess I can start worrying about that tomorrow. For now, I’m just reveling in the fact that I actually finished a large project for once.