My book is as close

My book is as close to finished as it's ever been, if that counts for anything. I'm still hoping for the first pass next month. The first draft. The first draft that I am fully satisfied with. As of today, I am mostly satisfied with what I have.

You should feel how heavy it is. You should hold what I have, you really should.

You wear yourself out writing a book. You expend all energy, and then you get that one last burst. The burst you get from holding ninety percent of it in your hands.

And when that burst is gone and the book is done, then the real terror sets in. I'm gearing up for it all. I've never made it this far before. My writing has never had a destination. Representation.

This is looming over my head, this stuff. Exciting one day. Terrifying the next.

I'll get around to explaining this stuff. Even if it is after the fact.

There is nothing else going on in my life right now. Just THIS. And this is going to take some time still.