I’m done.
I didn’t do the monkey, actually. I sobbed quietly in the kitchen for a good ten minutes–it’s that kind of ending. (Romancing the Stone, anyone? Except I at least had toilet paper.)
Anyway, I’m 75 pages into the first edit–and for the record? 715 (+ or – a few pages as I edit…) 715 pages that make up part 1 of what was supposed to be a medium sized Young Adult novel… and, well, you all know how the ‘Young Adult’ part turned out.
I’m boggled, I’m exhausted, I’m proud, I’m anxious, I’m already anticipating writing Part II (which is already plotted out, btw.)
I’m knitting a lot this weekend, with a couple of naps.
I”m planning my mittens for Samurai’s strikke-along.
And I’m re-reading my own book with the time honored prayer, (you’ve all heard it before, we can say it in unison now,) Oh Goddess, may it not suck.
Amen.
