I’ve been on a pretty tight deadline the past few weeks, but finally Sunday morning, at 2:23 AM, I wrote two glorious words at the bottom of my Word document:
This is pretty much how I felt:
Followed by a good dose of this after I woke up later that day.
This is only my second time doing it, but finishing a book is a pretty awesome experience. (and don’t bring up revisions. I’m still on a high, okay?) It’s so cool to be able to get to those last few paragraphs and realize it’s actually going to happen, that this story bouncing around in my head is finally going to be completely written down.
I know the hard parts are far from over. Even after I’ve made it as good as I can, it still might not find a home at a publisher. That’s how things go in this industry.
And even if it does get published, it might not sell well. It might get panned by Kirkus. Who knows?
But I’m not worried about any of that right now. I hope anyone who has ever finished writing a book takes the time to enjoy the accomplishment, because it really is a big one.
Whatever the future holds for you and your story, you wrote a book. That’s pretty darn cool, and you totally deserve one of these.
There will be plenty of time to plan for and worry about the future of this book, and I’m also excited for that part of the process. For right now though, I’m going to celebrate and enjoy the fact that this little story I’ve created has actually made it into the real world.
Right after I do this.