I don't even know how to say this so I'll just say it: I finished my novel yesterday.
I had set a word count goal of 8,000 words for yesterday but by lunchtime, with only a couple of thousand words under my belt, I was closing in for the kill.
A bit later I was writing a paragraph and suddenly I realized it was the LAST paragraph. It was a stunning revelation. I had thought that writing the end would require more planning, more, I don't know, fireworks. I didn't even know this was the last paragraph... until those last few words appeared on the page and a flood of recognition washed over me in a feverish chill ... I typed a period at 2:31 p.m.
And then I started to cry.
I must say, if you're going to finish a novel, I would highly recommend you do it at a novel marathon among friends who are also writers. They truly appreciate the momentous nature of the occasion. Within minutes of that fateful finish I was hugged and high-fived, wooted, photographed, cheered and applauded.
I drove home from the marathon in a complete and utter daze. I still feel that way.
What I need to know is how I should celebrate this milestone.
Tell me, dear friends, what I should do to celebrate.
A caveat – I'm going camping today and won't be online for about a week, but I will anxiously await your answers on my return.
Thanks to everyone for being so supportive, everyone – I am so fortunate. Hugs and big sloppy kisses to all you all. oxoxo
|My novel marathon t-shirt, which I LOVE.|
The caption, above, is what it says
on the back. Be careful, ex-husbands ...
you should never mess with a writer!