This, my friends, is the stuff dreams are made of.
I decided a long time ago that I wanted to be an author. I had no idea what I was doing, so I started reading about writing, going to writers conferences and hitting the keyboard with my ideas. I'm not gonna lie, most of what I wrote back then was pretty terrible. But it started me down this path and I learned a lot along the way.
Life moved on and my fiction writing took a back seat to changing diapers and chasing unruly toddlers. I have three fantastic children and I enjoyed the busy season of babies and toddlerhood. But telling stories was never far from my mind and I knew that eventually I would come back to my writing.
That time is now. I've spent the summer working with my husband David to expand and improve our ideas, and writing furiously in every spare minute I could find. The other night, on too little sleep and too much caffeine, I tapped out the final words of my first novel.
I actually did it.
I spent a lot of years burdened with self doubt, wondering if I could actually write a full length novel. I love writing as much as I love reading (and bacon), and that is a lot. I sat on this dream for a very long time, and now I am one step closer to achieving it.
There is still a lot of work to be done. I've started on revisions, and soon I'll hand it off to David for the first full read through. Beta readers will come next, and finally an editor. But I'm well on my way to making this dream a reality and I couldn't be more excited.
First draft? Check. Now the hard work really begins...