A few hours ago I finished the first draft of a sci-fi/superhero novel. It’s not very good. Some of it is handwritten. There are some characters with names like X, Y, and Z. The name of the main character’s city changes a couple of times. Some sections are horrendous examples of the English language.
But that’s not important. What’s important is that it’s just over 56,000 words and it’s done.
I haven’t finished anything, any drafts, since I was 15. Ten years and half a continent ago. This is kind of a momentous moment for me.
I think I will savor it with some wine.