My characters just told me so:
She stepped away from the Wall and looked at me. “Will you come?”
“Into the second draft of this story, where perhaps all this will begin to make something resembling actual sense at last …”
Ummm, yeah. Why do I suspect that will be the least of the things I’ll be rewriting radically? 🙂
Other signs I’m nearing the end of the exploratory draft: the looming sense that I’m just beginning to understand how much work I truly still have to do.
I’ve started making a list of just how much changed between the exploratory and final drafts of Bones, just to remind myself that I’ve been here before …