Goal Met

Last night, I finished writing my third completed novel. I was excited, yes. But I knew that this time was different from the last two times I typed "THE END" on a novel. Why? Because there's something different about this book.

And I think I know what it is.

I can see how far I've come as a writer with this book. It has more depth, more emotion, more maturity, just...more of everything. I love my characters. I love how they are different people by the end of the book. They've learned and changed and grown. I can clearly see it. I don't know that I could see that with the other two books. But this one...yeah. It's there.

When I finished, I went and told my daughter. I said, "I'm done! I'm done writing my book!" Her face lit up and she gave me a wonderful hug. That was the best reward ever.

Maybe I'll take a few days off, or maybe I won't. I'm in the mood to edit and I don't want to lose the thread of motivation. So perhaps I'll take the next few days to read it over, take some notes, look at what needs to be done, and then get started.

I love this writing life.