So. Yesterday I finished my novel. Five years, five drafts, and three different endings. Three apartments, one upgrade to Windows 10, and one seriously unruly surprise character. Countless understanding friends. And nine notebooks full of…well, notes.
I have to admit, I'm pretty ridiculously proud. It may not be the fastest-written book ever, but it's all mine, ripped out of my brain and my soul and my cat's playtime. I learned to write using speech recognition for this. I learned to be a morning person for this. I drank a hell of a lot of tea for this.
It's now in the hands of my beta readers. I hope they love it. I hope someday 10 bajillion more people will love it, too.
But if they don't, it doesn't matter. Because I love it. It's the thing I've been wanting to make for my entire life.
I think I'll go make another.