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“I finished a novel today,” I said to a friend a couple of weeks ago. And then again yesterday I found myself saying to the same friend, “I just finished my novel.” “Again?” she asked, surprised. “Another?” I had to laugh. I’ve been here before. I can’t help but brag when I “finish” a project I’ve been working on for months. But, of course, “finished” is rarely finished. The first “finished” means only that I got to the end of the last chapter...finally. And in this case, I got there only to be able to see clearly that my story’s premise had a serious problem. An important plot element that I had put in the first chapter was needed, fresh and new, in the last. The second “finished” means that I went back through, polishing and rethinking and reworking, and arrived at the end of the story again. The third and fourth and—who knows?—fifth announcements will mean the same thing. |
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June 2008