Last week, I finished a short story that’s been a year in the making—I think. I changed the names of characters. Outlined and outlined some more. Went through numerous false starts. After all that, I finished this story. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. I mean, I finished a story. That’s great. I should be thinking about the next one, right? Only, I feel like there should be more.
I went to Twitter and the Ten Minute Novelists page on Facebook about this and everyone offers the same encouraging statement: “At least you wrote it. Congratulations!” And yes, that should be comforting, but I don’t feel that way.
Two reasons. One, it took me this long to write a short story. I read different articles that say writers should be able to write a short story in one sitting. Regardless if it takes a few minutes or a few hours. Unfortunately, I’ve never been one of those writers. One problem is that I write and edit at the same time, which is detrimental to the process. The other is that I have daily obligations to meet. So getting to a laptop is not that simple.
And two, the story lasted five pages. This was the frustrating thing about this story. I thought this particular story would last longer, given the time I took to prepare it. I wrote out certain scenes in my phone. I had them looked over with a fellow writer. I incorporated the advice. I wrote it out. When I finished, I pulled up the stats window. And after all was said and done, over 1600 words and five pages worth of story.
Again, this should be no big deal. But I remembered writing stories that took twice as long. Maybe it’s because I felt a strong connection to it. There are some personal ties. So I am a little disappointed.
I should look on the bright side, though. One, it’s done. Two, I exercised some personal trauma. Three, I sent my story to the same reader that looked at the snippets and I got some good advice on making the story better. So, there will be a second draft, and I can get more of these feelings out.
I know this is more of a rant than anything, but I felt I need to expunge my emotions on this story. Maybe it’s the universe telling me I have more to work through. If that’s the case, I’m going back in.