The indoor writer has flipped her lid, she's skipping round the garden like a piglet on rum. Why? Because today at 4pm she finally typed THE END for her children's novel. Phew, thank goodness that's all over. However, she tells me that was the easy bit and now comes the editing - eek.
She is a bit peeved that it overran by 6 days and 10,000 words, but Stephen King always preaches first draft is likely to be at least 10% longer than it needs to be. Hence the editing (or pruning) needs to start. She's going to put it away in the virtual drawer (leave it on hard disk, back up first of course) and come back to it in a few weeks. Perhaps now she can write and talk about something else for a change ...
I wonder if she remembered the promise about bubbly and chocolate cake ... I'm feeling pretty famished.
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