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The End (Draft One. The Endle? The Ending?)

218 pages. 66,000 words, give or take a few. A book. About that year, that really bad year, when Rory was new and we both thought our lives had caroomed (no, really, spell-check, caroomed, I don’t know what you mean by caromed but it isn’t what I mean, not at all) to a very bad place, but only I get to write a book about it. Yet.

I just finished the draft. It’s a first draft. With a lot of sucky bits, and by that I don’t mean the bits wherein life sucked, but rather, the lousy transition and incomplete characterizations and whatnot. I drafted it. I revised it. And then I drafted the ending. And now it is drafted. All of it.

Which means now I can go to bed.


5 Responses to “The End (Draft One. The Endle? The Ending?)”

  1. Damaris says:

    Fantastic! Congratulations on this major step.

  2. Jess says:

    So very, very proud and happy for you!

  3. Jerusha says:

    Very cool. I’d love to read it.

  4. Ninotchka says:

    AWESOME. Brava! Can’t wait to read the finished product. You’re a wonderful writer and you have a powerful and honest story to share. I have so much respect for you!

  5. That’s wonderful news KJ! Congrats!

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