As I finished writing the last scene of Driftwood I felt this amazing sense of euphoria. I had finished. Actually finished a novel, something that a lot of people never manage. Think of all those opening chapters stuffed in drawers, or languishing on hard drives.
I felt much the same exhilaration as I finished the first draft of Lives Interrupted.
Unfortunately finishing the first draft is far from the end. In some ways it’s just the beginning. My first drafts are definitely not fit for anyone’s eyes but mine, so there is always a lot of hard work ahead. But. Take a moment: sit back, smile, and feel pleased with yourself, at least you now have something to work with.
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