I am a Novelist
Well, just a few minutes ago, I plunked out the final sentence of Prison Nation.
The first draft, as of this moment in time, is now done.
I have finished writing a book.
It is a surreal feeling. I have been writing since I was three. Literally. And since I can remember, I have declared that I would someday be an author. Yet every project I began, rarely even met its middle, much less its end. I am sitting here now, scrolling up and down through my Word Document, and cannot believe that the 65,658 words saved in there are mine.
I have lists of things to add in. To edit and change. Some to delete. Who knows what the final word count will actually be. But, I can proudly say, that Draft 1, the roughest and toughest, is now done. In 31 days, I wrote my first novel. And as crappy or horrible or down-right rotten some sections of it may be, I am proud of it.
Writing the final sentence, I felt this odd mix of heart-racing excitement and total nerves. I cannot explain it. But now, I am smiling. And I just can't stop.
What is next you ask? Well, take a few days off (maybe) then dive back in. I have things to add, people to fix, verbs to change. Editing, the dreaded editing. *grumble, mixed with giddy "wee!"*
We will see where this goes from here.