It comes a year later than I wanted, but as of 1:30 a.m. December 1, the first draft of my second book was completed. Just saying that makes me want to immediately qualify that there is still so much work to do... but for the moment, I am remembering to breath and enjoy the moment. It is, of course, bittersweet for me and it took a 5-day writing frenzy of sorts, with over 70 pages getting done between Friday morning and this morning. At one point, I considered pulling an all-nighter just to drive it to done. Never has being emotionally exhausted been so rewarding.
Of course, I believe I owe much to my new writing table and the Kid Rock disc I played over and over while I wrote. Well, those two things, my ambition to finish before I turn 29 again next week and multiple pots of coffee. And tonight, I recognized just how fortunate I am that I could take Friday off from work to devote an entire day of uninterrupted time to it. Hell, I didn't even go out Friday night, I was THAT focused!
And what will I work on next? Aside from re-writes and edits? Well, I've decided my outline of a short story I came up with earlier this year might get some attention. I miss my shorts, which are completely unlike book writing. They take a lot less time and is a different type of writing. Until all that, I'm taking the rest of this week to recoup (and regroup), celebrate this weekend and then dive back into it.