It's been a journey unlike any other this year. My characters have surprised me and I thought I owned them. The story has made me laugh, cry and shudder with complete disbelief that I can, in fact write thousands upon thousands of pages of complete drivel.
I'm not there yet. I have eleven more days and about as many thousand words to go. But it's coming. I can feel it. My characters can, too. Things are about to resolve in the way that made sense all along but wasn't the initial path chosen. Oooh how I can relate.
In any case, I have to say I have not done many things in my life that left me with a feeling such as the one that I'm beginning to possess. I'm actually about to finish the first draft of my first novel.
When I was little, I remember my mother saying I was going to be one of three things: a teacher, a lawyer, or a writer. Somehow it does my heart good to think she was right on the two counts I agree with. (Although there are days I think this parenting thing really is lawyering. Ahem.)
Even if this book is nothing more than kindling for the fire, I will be able to say I did it once.
And that is all that matters.
And I can cross that off my list of things to do before Heaven.