I'm crawling, but I made it
It's 5:56am & I can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm done with BEDDED THEN WED.Well, just about. I have an idea for an epilogue, so I'll probably do that tomorrow. But for the bulk of the book, I am finished. Wha-hoo!
The page count is perfect, I'm really happy with how the story turned out--especially the end, I think--& I'm 3 weeks ahead of my deadline. (Thank God. I hate being late, I have never been late, & I wasn't going to start now.) Of course, it will probably take me until at least the end of this week to proof & polish & be happy enough to mail the manuscript off, but as far as my brain is concerned, I'm done & can begin to relax.
Oh, look, I'm relaxing already. (She types as she slips slowly into a coma.) No more stress that I might not get the book finished on time. No more staying up until the wee hours out of panic. I'll only stay up this late if I want to. Or if there's something good on TV :-)
My joy is doomed to be short-lived, since I have a new proposal due right after I get BEDDED turned in, but I'm going to worry about that tomorrow. Or maybe next week.
For now, I'm going to bed before my brain liquifies & drains out my ears.
