That is to say, I think I wrote the end of my story. And when I say end, I mean end of the first part because this narrative in my mind has exploded to huge proportions. It was just weird how it happened. There I was, writing and trying to figure out what happens next in the grand scheme of things, and a natural break just fell out onto the page. I'm not saying it's a great ending, or even a good ending, but it's something. Besides, this is a raw draft anyway and no one ever said it had to be good. In fact, if it was good, it wouldn't be a raw draft.
Something I'm still trying to teach myself through this "writing in public" test, is that it's OK to write something imperfect at first. I have to start somewhere, and if I need the starting point to be at something worth anything, then I'll never get off the ground. I need to start, for good or bad, and iterate and improve from there. That's the only way to get better at something, practice, trial and error, putting yourself in front of others for accountability. I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating if only for my own sanity.
And in other news, if you are still following along with my novel writing adventure, first of all let me say a sincere thank you, but also there are some new chapters up on the special link that requires the extra special password that you may or may not have. If you don't have the password, just let me know and I will send it to you.
That is all for now. Happy reading!