It’s done. Not the longest novel in the world at 66K words. But long enough to do what it needs to do.
I don’t know what I should feel – astonished, relieved, exhilarated. Nothing yet, though. No tiny epiphany never mind a great big one. Maybe that’s the way it should be. Maybe it’s the sense that finishing shit is natural, not exceptional.
I’ll be publishing it within a week. Oh I know, blah blah putter putter pause pause comma in comma out. Nope. It’s done. It is what it is, a pretty good piece of commercial fiction with some interesting ideas. I will not ruin this day by thinking about sales, or selling, or all that.