There were times I thought I’d never get to the last page of this thing. There have been many instances where I found myself thinking, “This is going to be a drawer book.” Mind you, I already have a few of those. I still worry that the novel I wrote in grad school might wind up in there with all of the other things that have somehow not turned out.
But anyway. My point, and I do have one, is that I’ve finally finished the first draft of the sequel to The Unwanted (which you should totally buy, by the way). It’s about 10,000 words shorter than I expected it to be and it’s littered with parenthetical revision notes to myself, most of which say [FIX THIS]. So the work’s not done yet. However, I’m going to enjoy the sense that I’ve actually accomplished something for at least the rest of the afternoon.
And by “enjoy” I probably mean “have a glass of wine.”