La Vie Boheme

Feeling of accomplishment

I printed out the first draft of The Exile's Daughter today. Then spent an hour punching holes so that it'd fit into a three-ring binder. It's a lovely, enormous thing to see. Heavy, weighted with more than just the mass of 338 sheets of paper plus a binder. It's holding a lot of hope, too. I held up and showed my mom and said, "Well, here's my summer." And part of the fall. She's got it now; she wanted to read it before I start the editing process December 1st. I'm just glad to have it printed. I felt like everything I'd done finally was tangible.

Of course, I haven't written a word since Sunday. That's going to change tomorrow. I have a story percolating, then there's the outline for my NaNoWriMo novel, which needs a title and characters and all sorts of goodness. Lots to do before November 1st.