I tried, I really did, to finish my book yesterday. I wrote 5,300 words, my biggest day since I started the Month to Complete challenge, but I hadn't realized how big endings needed to be and that glossing over some of it, just to get to THE END would be cheating myself and cheating my book.
But tackle her again I did, and my first rough draft of my first book is complete. I can now say . . .
wait for it . . .
I have written an entire novel!
I know, I know, revisions are awful and long and hard, but today I don't want to think about them, today I'm celebrating my success. Tomorrow or the day after, or the day after that, I'll deal with the R word.
I finished my first ever novel!
It's a journey that started Jan of 2010 with lots of revisions at the beginning, tons of changes, then a WIFYR conf. big plot change that forced me to write almost my entire book over, throwing out over 40,000 lovingly crafted words. I don't regret it, I'm glad for the experience, and I can tell you now that writing quick and dirty and getting to the end feels pretty dang incredible. If I were a drinker I'd be popping that champaine cork right about now, but instead I'm putting some sparkling apple cider in the fridge for tonight.
The honey and I are going to celebrate! I might even convince him to eat a little chicken-he's paranoid with all that estrogen they shove into them these days. So, party tonight at the Hall House.
A day late and a pedicure short, and although my toes may be regretting it, me and my book, we're very happy:)