Because really, writing a novel IS a crazy-wild road trip. At least, mine was. Now, Only a Novel isn't exactly the most adventurous, suspenseful, spinning-off-the-shoulder, edge-of-your-seat story out there (that's my sister's genre, not mine) but that doesn't mean I didn't have an exciting time writing it. For the first time, characters that I had invented seemed incredibly real to me. I found myself dreaming about them, thinking about them almost constantly, imagining how they'd react in various situations. They were the driving force behind my story, and believe me, they drove recklessly. (Is anyone else enjoying all these road trip puns? No? Just me? You people have no sense of humor.)
At any rate, lovely fellow road-trippers, I finished my novel.
Clocking in at three hundred and fourteen pages, thirty-four chapters and 88,245 words (what a nice round number!), Only a Novel is finally complete.
And now I'm feeling that funny sort of happy-sad mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I'm thrilled to have written an entire story, a tale of my own spinning featuring characters of my own creation. But on the other hand, it's actually hard to say goodbye to those characters, to know that their story has been told and is now over.
Believe me, I got pretty close to them over the last eight months. Are writers allowed to play favorites? I don't care-- I favorited with reckless abandon, and this author's pet was unquestionably the hero of my story. Rodney Edgerton Burke, the carriage driver and stable hand who reads Dickens after work popped into my head one day in November when I realized that my novel had featured only female characters thus far. I needed a MMC, and I needed him fast-- so I plucked the name Rodney off my Favorite Boy Names List, pasted Roger Hamley's face onto the name and plopped him down in the Crimp family's garden with a trowel in his left hand and a garden toad in his right. And thus my favorite character of all time was born.
|The Many Faces of Rodney. (Extra-special hugs and chocolate-covered strawberries must go to my dearest Tween, who generously screencapped all the above pictures of |
|Much gratitude to Miss Laurie for taking all these screencaps, and for |
sending them to my Twinnie, who in turn sent them to me. :)
|What would I do without my Tween? Melody did most of these screencaps for me, again. :)|
It's quite delicious, really.