The End

Are there any two words in the English language that are sweeter for a novelist to write?

We love what we do, but actually finishing something evokes an emotion like no other. Something akin to bliss.

About an hour ago, I finished the first draft of my work in progress. After six months of hard work, it’s finally done.

I say “first draft,” but much of the manuscript has been worked twice or more. It’s pretty clean, I think, and ready to share.

I want to thank everyone who has been supportive along the way, especially my sweet angel who gave me strength when I had essentially given up on this novel.

Now I’m going to have a drink and click print.