How I Learned that Finishing the Book is its Own Accomplishment

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It took me four years to finish a new novel-length project.

In late summer 2017, I put the finishing touches on Allie Mae Doesn’t Get The Guy, a book I then spent four years revising until I finally began querying it early in 2021. In the four years I was revising Allie Mae, I also attempted to finish many new projects — my 2017 NaNoWriMo book, an adult contemporary fantasy; another year’s NaNo project that took place over the course of 24 Thanksgiving hours; a book about teens in a gelato-fueled prank war; a book about an art student...the stories stretch on.

I didn’t finish a single one of those projects. At most, I think I reached 20,000 words and then bowed out, because life got complicated or I got distracted by a revision or I lost inspiration.

During those four years, I wrote, a lot. Not just unfinished novels. I wrote for LitReactor, I wrote for The Tempest, I wrote for We Need Diverse Books. I had a full-time job sending emergency notifications. I wrote poems and blog posts and Medium posts. I wrote nearly every day. I just couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, finish a blasted novel.

With nothing but your own story and force of will, you turned nothing into something. That’s freaking incredible!

And then, in the middle of July of this year, I did it: I wrote “the end” on a messy, 47,000 word first draft of a book I had fallen in love with and agonized over, struggled with, for months.

I posted on Instagram immediately, texted all my friends, the writers and the non-writers alike, screamed in my heart, cried a little bit, celebrating this momentous achievement.

Because that’s what it is: an achievement. A big one.

Sure, I’ve never published a novel. I don’t have an agent. I’ve never even won a contest with my fiction writing. I have received little to no external validation that my writing, that my novels, are quality products. But.

But just sitting down and writing one is the accomplishment. That’s what I think is so important, what we writers who hunger for publication so easily forget. We forget that the accomplishment isn’t the validation, the readers, the stars and awards and the lists and the money.

The accomplishment is the finished product. It’s the ability to say that you devoted hours of your life, scads of energy and emotion, into turning a dream into reality. Something that once existed only in your mind is now on the computer (it can be even more tangible if you print it off at home to read over!). You can send that document to someone and they can read it, and next thing you know, you both have vivid hallucinations about characters, settings, and plotlines that you created.

You did that! With nothing but your own story and force of will (and maybe the help of accountability buddies or programs like NaNo), you turned nothing into something. That’s freaking incredible!

So that’s what I’m reminding myself. I haven’t achieved everything I ever dreamed of, but I finished a book for the first time in four years. That’s worth celebrating.

Karis Rogerson

Column by Karis Rogerson

Karis Rogerson is a mid-20s aspiring author who lives in Brooklyn and works at a cafe—so totally that person they warn you about when you declare your English major. In addition to embracing the cliched nature of her life, she spends her days reading, binge-watching cop shows (Olivia Benson is her favorite character) and fangirling about all things literary, New York and selfie-related. You can find her other writing on her website and maybe someday you’ll be able to buy her novels.

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