I finished my novel, including the epilogue, yesterday. It’s a steaming pile of crap, as first drafts always are. However, there’s enough there to tuck in and polish, chuck and add, when the editing phase begins. Right now, though, I’m just sitting back and feeling very proud of myself.
Getting this done in one month was no bed of roses. I knew it would be a slog, so I hired a friend of mine who’s a writing coach to be my official nudge. She has done her job and done it well. I’m done!