I just typed "the end."
That just happened.
What that means is...
Wait... is it possible?
Yes, yes it is.
My solid draft of the new book is done.
I can't... wait...
How did... did I?
My god, I think I just wrote a second novel. And I think it might actually be good!
So what now? My plan, if I can manage it, will be to not look at my manuscript for two months, then do some more revising. I've been revising heavily as I write, so hopefully it won't be too painful, but it will definitely be some kind of painful. Speaking of painful, boy oh boy I sure am not looking forward to pitching again. A few agents have been recommended to me and they seem fantastic, but I'm still a bit nervous about going through all of that again.
Right now, though, I shouldn't worry about all that. Instead, I should celebrate. Only, it's -27 with the windchill and I've been dealing with an antibiotic-resistant UTI from hell since August that has really picked up steam this week. So I think I'll celebrate this accomplishment by watching Groundhog Day, drinking 57 litres of water and praying that my kidneys don't explode.