The draft is finished. At 12:20 p.m. EST yesterday, I wrote THE END.
I've been pushing all month, in part for NaNoWriMo, but also because I wanted to finish my novel, started 400+ days ago. I felt a little giddy near the end. (I kept proclaiming from the back bedroom where I dug in, "I'm almost done!") The last chapter, all of three pages, was an absolute joy. I danced some, sang some and had a party with friends.
Something I've thought about through this first novel is: if a person can think it, it can somehow be written. Transferring the sublties of human interaction is a huge part of the writing process. The story and plot are the wild part; getting it right in words is the hard work.
Today, I take a brief break. I woke up thinking about stories I want to write next. The fun starts, again.