Somehow, in the midst of this heat that won’t break, after climbing hills of resistance in spin class because there is no way to bike in this wet blanket weather and stuffing myself with spicy gazpacho which seems to be the only thing we can eat in this summer fire, I finished the first draft of my WIP.
Of course, it needs work. This is only the beginning. But, somehow, there are 72,000 words and I don’t know where they came from. I just feel grateful they are there. And I feel like it is some kind of end, even if it is not quite the end.
Since Tyler is sound asleep and I don’t think the people in our little brownstone building would appreciate me banging on their doors to tell them the news, you, my friends, are the first to know.
And now I sleep.