Yesterday I finished the first draft of a children’s book that I have been writing for well over a year! Technically, this is ‘draft 11’ but every time I’ve got to the final few chapters I’ve freaked out and started all over again. But this time, I can finally present my first complete draft. Hurrah! I have been waiting for this moment for months, just imagining how it would feel. However, when it finally came, it was not what I expected…
I finished! I finished! This is the best thing ever!
I can’t believe it’s over… This is the biggest milestone I’ve ever reached.
3. Extreme spontaneity
I’m getting a tattoo to commemorate this moment! FACE TATTOO!!!
*Texts everyone, including people who didn’t know I was writing a book, to tell them I’ve finished*
I am officially a writer now. I’m getting business cards, RIGHT NOW!
What am I going to do/think about/talk about all day now?
How did this take me so long? It was so easy. I’m going to start another book and finish it in a week!
I can’t wait to send this to publishers, I’m going to read it from the beginning.
Oh my god, this is terrible… No one can ever see this.
So. Much editing. To. Do…
Now can someone tell me it’s all going to be okay when I start editing, please???