So it ends (begins?)
I want to share with you the Facebook post I shared in December 2015 when I finished the first draft of Dybsy:
Wow. What a journey. 17 years I ago I became obsessed with becoming a published author. I dreamed about writing my very own novel. I spent the last 15 years learning the craft. I’ve trashed more words than you could possibly count. Millions upon millions. Ideas of some kind or another have lived full lives in my head without escaping. Not completely, anyway. That all changed 3 years ago as I was lying in bed over the holidays. Suddenly, I was hit with inspiration. I thought up an idea so good I couldn’t let it go. Not this time. I immediately set out writing, and I wrote and wrote and the idea began to sprawl across the paper (or screen, as it were). The characters took shape. The story began to be told. 5 minutes I wrote the last word of the first draft of my first ever manuscript. What a rush.
I remember the exact second I finished. I was sitting in Starbucks, sipping a bitter black coffee with a hint of cinnamon, and regretting the decision to write an entire novel on a tiny MacBook Air. The book came in at 35 chapters and 98,700 words, which is 533 pages in manuscript format. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to go to Staples and print the entire thing, buy some sharpies, and go through the entire manuscript page by page. 3 days later I realized how far I was from the end. Subsequently I rewrote the entire manuscript twice, editing heavily along the way. Still, the product was not good enough. So I hired a professional editor. Let me tell you, so far the process has been an exercise in humility. But, like a phoenix, Dybsy is rising from the ashes. Soon, I will share it with the world.