At long last the first draft of The Rub is done. It’s shorter than anticipated, and the last chapters are rather rushed. But it’s done. It feels good to be done with something, even if I did cheat a little bit.
The end is incredibly awful, and the beginning isn’t very good, and neither is the middle. Almost by definition a first draft is bad, but not this bad. I wouldn’t wish the reading of it upon my worst enemy, not even Ross. But like I said, even as bad as it is, it feels good to have it done.
What do I do next? I don’t know for sure. Perhaps I will work on the next draft or perhaps I will take a break from this and work on something totally new. I don’t know yet. But that’s the exciting thing about being done with this draft.