In 373 days or 53 weeks and 2 days, I was able to write 59,992 words in some semi-understandable pattern to create sentences, put those sentences next to each other to make paragraphs, and those paragraphs to make a story. From March 21, 2010 to March 29, 2011, I labored to write the first draft of my first novel after college. But I can officially say that I completed the first draft of my novel.
To some, this may seem like an egotistical post, boasting about my accomplishment. Please know that I am in no way am I proud of what I have written. Its a mess. Its not well-written, and I have a lot of work today. What I am proud of is the dedication that went into completing the project, even if it did take me much longer than it probably should have at roughly 1,000 words a week (which isn't much).
After completing the draft, I stopped and realized that I did not need to write "one more page" so that I would have a place to pick up later. I anticipated feeling more excited, but at 1am, I was tired and excitement didn't seem the natural response at the moment. I felt much like I did after I got engaged. I felt a warm sense of contentment, not a bubbly excitement. Instead of a scream, it was a sighing moment.
Now, on to the edits! Going to try and keep an eye on the bigger picture while I edit, but that is so much easier said than done. Onward, ho!