After three months of dragging my feet, weeping at deleted passages, and drowning in grammatical errors, I have finally finished the second draft of my novel. It stands at 98,330 words and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
You know what this means? I am one step closer to actually being published. I am one step closer to a dream that I’ve held in secret in my chest since I was in fifth grade and hiding from the world in the pages of my books. One. Step. Closer.
I have a box of red wine from Target just calling my name. Let the celebrations begin!
(And then tomorrow, when I’m awake and self-medicating with bacon, I’ll start moving forward again.)