60 weeks and 3 days
27 chapters, 286 pages and 85,953 words
That's right I finished, finally. Finished the rough draft that is. I have a feeling the real work begins as I go back in determining where a comma should and shouldn't be, losing sleep over an adjective that just doesn't sit right, and scouring the pages for sentences ending in a prepositional phrase. I'm finding myself wishing I would have paid a bit more attention in the multitude of grammar classes I took in college.
I also think I've settled on a title. I'm not sure yet, I know that if I were to get published it would likely change but it feels good to me to have named it. Makes it more real, more like the firstborn it truly is to me.
I also have to get over the fear of letting someone else, other than my other half and bestie Sarah, read it. Yeah I know, I get the irony. But I am self-conscious of people I know reading my words. I don't give a damn about a million strangers. But I need the feedback, the input.
The biggest hurdle I face is forcing myself to do the boring work and not skip ahead and start on the next novel. My notebook is full of pages where I had steered off course and started writing ideas for more. My imagination has become an addict and I can't stop hunting for my next fix.
