It's done. The first draft is officially done. Editing and irritating minutiae are still waiting to be finished, but the first draft is done. I am so tied I don't even have the energy to celebrate. I really hope my cousin comes by tomorrow.
Thanks! My brain feels like I put it through a blender. God, I just want to write. Fiction. Proper writing. But my body is so sick of this chair. I think I might go read in the porch just to change the landscape.
Do it! Celebrate being able to leave the room! I'm currently sitting in a chair as opposed to on my bed or the kitchen, which is where I usually have the laptop, and it's different indeed.
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