I have just finished draft three of my novel, eight. (coming out sometime this year).
Working on draft three was an entirely different animal than the first two. Draft one was just trying to get it out of my head, and two was trying to beat a narrative out of the words.
I can finally say, it looks, reads, and feels like a novel.
I’m fascinated, and terrified, by the idea of beta readers. My imagination tells me I’ll have a mob of people with pitchforks and torches beating down my apartment door, and I’ll end up losing my deposit.
I realize that this probably isn’t the case, but, for the sake of my anxiety, I think I’ll forgo the notion on this novel.
More information on eight. as it comes.