I recently sort of finished my first first draft. Meaning, not the first first draft I’ve started, but the first one I’ve ever finished. It feels strange. Not very triumphant. Mostly cheesy and reminding me of all the work I have yet to do. There are a million and one plot holes, flat characters, and a failure to resolve all of the loose ends at all properly. But I finished.
Honestly, I feel like this should be longer, but this is all I have to say for now. I think I might throw a party to celebrate. Is that over dramatic? I don’t know. But parties are fun.
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Rambling Writer 😉