I finished the first draft of my first novel last week. I wrote 'The End' at the end because it seemed important to my tiny mind that I mark the occasion in some way, then I hummed and haaaaed about a full stop for a good ten minutes. Displacement activity, I suppose.
Anyway, whatever happens next I never have to write my first novel again. Which is a huge relief, because I think writing a novel is one of those things you can't be sure you can do until you've done it. If you see what I mean. I am a little bit impressed with myself, I have to say, as I am not always good at finishing things. But I finished my MA, and now I've finished my book, so maybe I am finally becoming a grown-up?
I have lots of work still to do before I can see if anybody in the wider world might like to read it, but for now I am enjoying the sensation of having created something whole.
The End.
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and as you know. i am exceedlingly proud of you. and i can't wait to read it from beginning to end. keep up the enthusiasm you've broken the back of the hardest part. yay! you did it. k x
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