In my hands today, a draft.
Sure, there are enhancements to add, a punchlist of major corrections to detail, and then the inevitable line edits that result from just reading through the thing. But, it is in my hands: a draft.
Composition is complete and the revision and alteration phase begins.
It's non-fiction so the process is a little different from the tonal aspects of corrections in fiction where something "isn't quite right" or there is a tense lapse or dialogue needs condensing or ...
Nevertheless, there is the same thrill of having something that has moved forward after two-and-a-half months in the full composition bin which comes after three distinctive half-starts over the past two years.
Sound familiar?
Same thing with the novel.
Keep running at the wall. You will find a way through. You will find a way to say the things you wanted to say. You too will feel elated on the other side even though the remaining work is nearly as daunting as the piece just completed.
Draft. Say it proud. Say it loud.
Just don't say it to your friends: they only want to know when they can buy it.
You can say it here, however. I'll give you the slow clap of joy any day.
