So, my novel still has no ending. Well, it has an ending, but not the right one. And I have one, that should be the right one, in my head. But it's a bit like cutting into a fresh piece of fabric--I always have to grit my teeth and close my eyes and just start snipping or else I will never get the shapes cut out. There's always something a bit sad about destroying that smooth expanse of cloth. It's a good thing I never went into surgery, I don't think closing your eyes while making an incision would be a good practice. You wouldn't think that after 60k words that I'd feel like I'm staring at a blank sheet of paper (virtual paper), but I long ago gave up on explaining how my brain works and having anyone I'm not genetically similar to understand me.
I have, however, rewritten my first chapter, though I already know that it needs more work. I'm using it as my sort of final paper for my fiction class, which is good as I get feedback from the entire class (there are 4 plus the teacher). This one is better than my original, but keeps the same plot. (Future) Draft #3 nees a better opening, and I have an idea how to rearrange a couple of parts to give it one. I'm inspired, I suppose, by a "contest" I found on this blog. If I could do a little rewrite tonight, I could post my new intro by tomorrow's deadline and see what happens. Of course, with a book that's not complete, I'm not sure how valuable the "prize" is (a "critique" of a query letter and synopsis by the agents who own the blog, which could theoretically lead to being represented by said agents), and I'd have to rush to actually write a query letter and a synposis for a novel that's not complete either.
Then again, I always did work better with a deadline. Am I the only one who made a habit of finishing my homework during the passing period (you know, the 5 minutes right before the class where it was due)?