Yesterday morning I fished a rough draft of my enviro-noir detective-punk novel. But I'm talking rough: it's only 45,000 words long.
Now, that said, I'm not a castaway on Novella Island just yet. There's an enormous amount of holes in this draft, owing to the fact that I discovery-wrote the whole thing. That means there's a lot of content to add.
However, that means a type of work ahead that will be somewhat painful at times. Essentially, I'm going to have to figure out how to round out all the main characters' stories, and draw the plot out a little more. I've already got numerous ideas how to do this, but now I actually have to draw it out in a word processor, make charts and timelines, and do all that nasty grunt work.
I'm looking forward to it. I had some wicked flashes of inspiration the last few days, so that the writing of the conclusion yesterday was more an exercise in its necessity than the savouring of a palatable confection--an activity merely to get it on paper, and see if it stirred any final feelings in me, before I got to the work of editing and addition.
Hopefully, I can double the word-count in the final draft. If not, well... this project can join my last attempted-novel project... on Novella Island.