I did it. At least I think I did. Last night I finished my rough draft. But why I say I think I finished it is because I am short a few thousand words. But the ending came and that was that.
So now I set it aside and breathe. But you know what happened? I'm sure many of you do.
I grieved. Over writing a book.
I'm already missing Lizzy, and Ryan and Paul and thinking about the next chapter and crying with them over some tragedy in their lives.
I'm thinking it is hitting me harder this time because I wrote this one straight through in about eight weeks plus weeks (Probably more like 12). I've been living this one more than the others before.
So I'm setting it aside to let it cool--then I will jump into the edits. In the meantime, I will try my hand at some short nonfiction to submit.
What do you all do when you come to the end?