I did it.
Today, I finished the raw draft of my book.
Don't get me wrong. It needs a heck of a lot of work, and right now, I have some professional writing that needs to be done before Wednesday. That is money I will make, and it comes first for right now.
But I finished the book.
It took me almost six years, but I finished. I sat in my desk chair in a chilly old building on a gorgeous fifty-degrees and rainy day, my favorite kind, and wrote the last scene.
I've gotten over one hill now. The typing hill is a little shorter, and the editing mountain is even taller, given that I have the need to constantly improve until I can step back and say "one more word would ruin this."
But it's done. I still have half of 14 Days to Book left, and I'm going to use that to type and edit. But there's no rush now, unless I want to rush at the birthday present I said I'd give myself, the gift of a novel, published (at least in digital form) by my birthday. If it's a couple days late, that's okay. It can be a Halloween present.
This version of the book took a lot longer than its predecessor.
And it's finished.
And I like it.
So coming soon, as the book is being typed and edited, are some excerpts. Short ones.
I do hope you'll enjoy them.
Today, I'm just excited about the milestone. And let me tell you, the view is amazing.