Yes, indeed! I did it! And now I feel I can finally call myself a writer.
Oh. My. Goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know all you writers out there know…I mean really KNOW…the feeling of writing those two little words at the bottom of your very last page. All the work and goodness, all the time involved. It’s staggering!
It is 1:30 a.m. on Friday and I just had to write this post before I slipped into bed, because I am so incredibly psyched that I really did it. I wrote a book! See, a part of me really questioned if I really had it in me to finish what I started. I have been known to try something new, then give it up after awhile. On to new and better things, don’t you know.
But this…oh, this is something I have really wanted to do since high school. It’s been a dream tucked away where no one could ever possibly know about it. I had not even told my husband until a couple of years ago and then it took me a year to get the courage to actually do it.
This little 71,531 word manuscript has taken me a whole year to write. True, I took off last August through December due to work constraints and a son’s wedding, but still…a year? I’ve got to get some time management skills!
So now I step into the next phase of my journey. The dreaded edit. Actually, I am looking forward to it. Maybe that’s because I have never really done it before, but I am optomistic. At least the story is down in my PC, waiting to be hacked on and made better.
Today I’m going to party in celebration of this accomplishment. I’m not sure how yet, but I will definitely let you know!
Any ideas for me?