... is... done?
Er, I think. I haven't been able to bring myself to re-read it yet. But yay!
I finished draft 1 (as it is now officially called) on Friday night, and now I don't have a clue what to do with myself. I've printed it out (all 207 double spaced sides) and hole punched it and put it in a ring binder and I've even bought a nice pack of coloured biros in preparation for editing.
I've been following the advice of the internet and I'm going to leave it alone for a while. Not sure how long that while will be, really. I might have a look at it next weekend if I'm feeling brave, but no sooner than that. And only leaving it a week is probably still too soon. Is there a magic number of days you can take to distance yourself without forgetting altogether?
But now I'm feeling at a bit of a loose end. Every spare evening or large chunk of time I've had for the past few months, the immediate answer to the "what shall I do?" question has been "I should probably write". Now, the world is my oyster and I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.
So I'm reading and planning a few bits here and there but... I miss it!