Bring the cake. Pop the bubbly. Light the fire-crackers. It's time to paaartaaay!
I did it. I DID it.
I did it. I DID it.
Once again, because it feels so good: I. Did. It.
Today, I wrote the last word on the last page of my second ever completed first draft of a novel.
Today, I wrote the last word on the last page of my second ever completed first draft of a novel.
I shall now rest for a few days. I shall not write a single word, except maybe on a grocery list. I shall read words that others have written in books I've been stacking up on my TBR-pile. I shall watch TV, possibly seasons 2 and 3 of Game of Thrones, which I've been keeping for a rainy day when I have nothing else to do (and I mean nothing, because once I start, not even the apocalypse will tear me away, if they're anywhere near as good as the first season).
And, most importantly, I shall reap the reward I promised myself in the case
that I finished this book: a professional massage with a friend who is said to
have the magic touch.
But for now, a toast to my accomplishment, and to all the other writers - published or unpublished - out there who have ever reached this momentous goal of The Completion Of The First Draft.
We rock!
Cheers!
But for now, a toast to my accomplishment, and to all the other writers - published or unpublished - out there who have ever reached this momentous goal of The Completion Of The First Draft.
We rock!
Cheers!
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