Just a few moments ago, I finished the first draft of my first novel. How does it feel? Wooo-hoooo! Celebration time!
I grabbed my husband Alex and said, "I finished it," with finality.
He said, "Finished what?
I bashed him and said, "You know, only the thing I've been working on forever."
He laughed and said, "So now, the real work begins."
He could have given me one moment of glory. One moment of respect. One moment of success. One moment of cheer.
Naw, I guess you never deserve to expect anything.
Right. On to the next phase. Reading what I wrote.
Psssst. I read the first chapter already. Found a few small typos. But I LIKE it.
I am celebrating on my own.
