skrapnel

So two days ago I finished my first novel.  This morning, it just started sinking in. Without being too navel-gazey, just want to reflect.

The idea for the project was spawned by a nightmare I had in Berlin 4 years ago, so it’s taken awhile to manifest into a novel.

The whole experience was a learning process.  With each chapter, I watched my voice mature.  I learned how to notice my signs of procrastination and how to resist them.  During editing, I learned how to remove myself and slice, dice and polish without taking it personal.

Anyway, today it feels like there’s a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’m ready to start the next venture!

Thanks to my friends and family for the support!