Bear with me, folks. I’m attempting to type this post on my Android. Please forgive me for my typos.
Today, I achieved something: I completed the first draft of my second manuscript.
The one I started in the spring. Yeah, that one. Took me long enough, I know.
I am burned out on it, too. In fact, the last 3 pages are just dialogue. Bad punctuation. A severe lack of proper capitalization.
I’m trying not to let that bother me.
But I’ve finished. Now it’s time to edit, to rewrite, to delete, and to add.
I’m proud of myself, but I’m also a little sad: how does one celebrate the completion of a rough draft?
I sat at my desk, twiddled my thumbs, then got up and made brownies.
Happy completed rough draft to me!
Honestly, though, all I want to do now is ignore it.
And maybe go back to working on my previous manuscript – the one that turned 1 year old this past November.