I remember typing The End when I finished writing up All Falling Things. It felt like such an accomplishment – having written my first novel. A complete draft. I was exhilarated.
Well, I just reached the end of Lucy. And I feel anything but exhilarated. While I have the story arc completely written down, there is much work left to do. This has been such a different experience of writing – and I’ll admit I rushed to write the section I really wanted to write. And now I must go back and fill in the meat of it. In other words, I’ve got the main plot down – time to subplot-it-up. 20k words of subplot, in fact, to reach the genre’s minimum range. Perhaps that is why I don’t feel quite so exhilarated. I reached The End, but she’s not even close to being done.