I finished the latest draft of my book tonight. It made me cry, which is kind of awesome. Except, I have the perfect soundtrack to compliment it – the songs I put together and have been listening to as I wrote it. So, of course I skipped to the happy, beautiful songs at the end as I was reading through the conclusion.

Still, I cried. and I like this version of my book, a lot. and if I don’t get too many notes it will be what I submit to a publisher. and then we’ll see where it goes from there…

But now I can read books. And change the wallpaper on my computer. And all sorts of things I won’t let myself do when I’m trying to stay in a specific writing space. Including watching more Modern Family (catching up on s1) and organizing photos and databases and stuff.