I began working on my rough draft of my novel “Cult of the Red Tears” in December. I have been struggling to get to the end, working every spare moment I could find. Yesterday afternoon I began to realize that I have already written way past what should have been the ending. This morning I hunted through the text for the right spot and wrote, “End Book One of the Viztrel Unity War.”
So when I say “rough draft” I mean that it reads like it was translated from the original ancient Islandic by a non-native speaker (that’s a description I heard at Armadillocon of what a rough draft should read like). Many scenes are out of order, many scenes need to be added, but the general shape of the book is there, lurking in the miasma of words.