There is something gratifying and stupefying about seeing the completed novel, hot off the printer, hole-punched and bound in a report cover.
The gratifying part is that finally after all that work littered with moments of self-doubt and just plain and simple writer’s block, it’s done and it looks fantastic. Now that’s not to say it’s not still suffering from spelling and grammatical errors, but those are minor things. The holes are filled, the story is complete and all parts are connected.
The stupefying part is, I did this? Look at all those pages! It looks like a real book! Pinch me Pinocchio, I’m dreaming. I still am wonder struck that I could do it. And to think when I finished my second writing course, through Durham College, I had no idea what to do next. A unique program, offered by the teachers of that course (Sue Reynolds and James Dewar), had been mentioned but I wasn’t sure.
Wasn’t sure I had what it took to write, wasn’t sure I had enough of a premise to justify the money for this year-long Novel writing course and I initially balked at the idea. Life was busy (isn’t it always?), did I really have time for another course?
Thankful my wife Sue, wouldn’t let me forget about it and kept it in the forefront of our conversations. (She never nagged, just gentle and subtle reminders every now and then.) Also, thankfully, Sue and James saw something in my writing and accommodated my late request to join the group with open arms.
Guess my premise was strong enough afterall. Well the proof is still in the pudding, so those three shiny hard copies have been sent out and surprisingly (to me at least) have been received with enthusiasm.
Now to pace the floor like an expectant father while I await feedback.