I finished the first draft of my fantasy novel. Woo Hoo! After I typed the last line I sat for a minute and relished the fact that I stuck with it for 16 months, but then I realized that I still need to edit it, to add more scenes, develop more characters, blah, blah, blah…. So I didn’t spend much time gloating.
I did call my husband right away to tell him the good news. He’s been with me through the anxiety ridden days when I didn’t write anything and hated myself for it, and he’s been with me through the days when I wrote over a thousand words and danced around the house waving my arms and jumping. The little sweetie brought home a bouquet of flowers, and a ream of thick, 3-hole punched paper, and a binder to put it in. My honey loves me, what can I say? We printed off the first draft, and here’s what it looks like:
So, here’s to 37 more revisions and the next, best fantasy novel that will stand the test of time. (I hope)