One small step for man, one giant first draft for me.
The house gets pretty quiet at 3 am. Most people are fast asleep, so they can awaken, well-rested, early in the morning, ready to take on the day. I, on the other hand, was sitting (or more accurately, crouching like a goblin) in front of the computer screen, typing away the last few chapters. I finally got to the last sentence, and then the last word. And there I was. Done with my first draft. In the movies, there is a strange sense of finality at this point. The actor marvels at her work, a smile of contentment on her face. And the next moment, she holds a printed book, the result of a montage of blood, sweat, and tears. Everything comes together with a neat little bow. It seems unfair that real life is nothing like the movies. Now, that I had a first draft, I had an even longer list of things to do next, starting with actually editing this parvum opus. It wasn't something I was looking forward to, but you can't walk into a house if you don't build the door....