This weekend, after two years and one month of waking up at 4:30 a.m. to write two hours before work, after hours and hours of research, after reading dozens of books and hundreds of articles on writing, after six drafts—two of which I know now were complete garbage— after more than 1,000 cups of coffee, I finally completed my first novel.
There were times when I thought I would never finish. Don’t let anyone fool you…writing a book is hard. But I would do it again. During this journey, I have learned a lot and I am a better writer because of it. I have become more observant. I have also met many helpful and supportive people within the writing community and without.
For some writers, the next step is even harder: crafting a compelling query letter and synopsis to send to prospective agents. I’ll think about that tomorrow…(sure, I will).
For now, I am still savoring the exact moment when I typed “The End.”
I finished another short story. Just in time to watch football.