Last night, I finished the rewrite of my first novel. So, I have actually completed a finished novel, not merely a draft of one. I know editors will probably disagree, but I’ll put off thinking about that for now.
I worked on it for so long, finishing it feels a little like finishing high school. The end was always in some vague far-off future. Now it’s here. I feel I should get a diploma to frame.
Add novelist to my biography. Yay me!
Nomadic Noesis 