Since my goal was to complete the first edit, I pushed it. I stayed up late. I cut corners on lunch hours.
And in the end...liking my finish more upon re-reading than I did when writing it made all the difference.
Tonight I finished editing my book on the first run-through.
I am still considering a major re-write or two, but for now...it is finished. Over 125,000 words. A lot of blood, sweat, frustration, and ecstasy.
And no matter what happens from here on, I can honestly say...I have written a book. A real, novel length book. Beginning to end.
Tomorrow I will go about getting it ready to send out to my guinea pig readers. But for now...I bask in the glow of accomplishment. I am really, really proud of getting it done by my self-imposed deadline.
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