I don't know how coherent this post will be. It's very late at night, and I don't think well on so little sleep, but I'm kind of running on sheer adrenaline here.
Because guess what?
I finished! That's right, I did it! I finished my first book (I know you're all leaping and shouting with joy with me here, but keep in mind it's just a first draft). Yippee! It's 93, 579 words and officially ready to begin the long process of editing, revision and re-writing (after a well deserved break).
In the mean time, I feel a little bit like this:
I'm done! I can't believe it! Writing has never felt so good!
Oh my gosh! What have I done? A complete first draft? Now I have to spend months and months editing and editing, and what have I got myself into?
I love this! I want to stand on a mountain and shout to the world I finished my first book!
I'm terrified, I can't believe this! I never thought this day would come!
In the meantime, I'm going to try and stop being so bi-polar, and get some sleep (all pictures from Disney's Tangled).
Sweet dreams everyone!
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