Well, the first draft, anyway.
I've had this book in my head for fifteen years and now it's finally done. The ending is entirely different from that which I'd planned. But just in case I feel it's wrong, I began saving it under another file name about seventy pages from the end, so I can always fall back to version 16a if I have to. There's a lot of work to do before I'll even consider releasing it and although I'm happy, I also feel a little depressed that it's finished.
Now I'll go and finish Kongomato 2 and then Three Hoodies 3 before I go back and start editing B/O/Pain.
Can't wait. Except that there's only one thing, and it's always the same.
Why do my shift keys always fall apart half way through a book? It's not as if I'm heavier on them than any other key. Looks Like I'll be buying yet another keyboard. It's not so bad, though, it's only the third this year.
I managed thirty five pages today and now my neck is so stiff I can barely move it. My wife is not impressed, either, I can't turn to her as we speak. I reckon her elbow will be doing overtime into my rib cage for the next few days.