The first draft of Lovelorn is finally done. I have written a book, 70,772 words worth. It may have taken two years or more, in which I was a tangle of elation and doubt. Over two years in which I learnt how to write more than a short story on my own once again, after years of co-writing with my husband. I’ve had sudden flashes of inspiration and months of struggling with the plot. It’s been a huge learning curve and I know one that wont stop here. Now the editing begins and after that the immense task of trying to get people to take notice.
But for now I’m going to bask in the joy of having finished, Of having set out to write a book and having done so. At times I nearly gave up but here I sit, staring at that giant file of text, the messy notes for editing, the spelling mistakes and plot holes, feeling damned proud of myself.