I am about 500 words away from the halfway point in my revision. So, within the next 24 hours, I should have a clearer idea about what the remaining 25,000 words will bring. These first words are already the culmination of a long journey, and when I started writing them, I doubted I would make it this far. It's easy to sit in front of a blank screen after a long day of rough critiques and reading about self-published YA novelists raking-in seven figure advances, or some blogger's big break on a post-apocalyptic trilogy and think: What's left for me? Maybe this story isn't even worth telling?
Through persistence or pure insanity (it's hard to tell them apart sometimes), I pounded at the keys and started carving the story out of the whiteness. At 50 pages, I thought, Oh yeah! I've got this. Around page 75, I started having doubts again. Now, at page 98, I still have major concerns. I mean, I'm writing the ending, so some big chunks must be missing from somewhere. Still, I have the arc down and I know what I want to do. Now, I just need to polish and fill-in the gaps.