Cloudy, showers, cool, temps 10
At 4:05 this afternoon I wrote:
Oh, my God - an amazing, blessed, feeling. I sat back on the sofa, raised my arms, put my heard back and yelled, 'Yay!' Then I said a little prayer of thanks. Then I says "Yay!' again.
Michael had been so amazing - looking after everything else for three months while I wrote like a fiend.
And - as though life could get any better - the septic tank is in (again!) and the city inspector says it's OK!!!!
Off to Knowlton tomorrow morning to celebrate with breakfast...containers of crap, and a new book. Perfect!
This is the first draft, still need to do revisions and editing and fine tuning and all that...but for me (and I suspect most writers) the first draft is the hardest.
tomorrow I need to update stuff for my agent and write a speech...but what don't I have to do???
oh yes - write a first draft!!!!