Fiction, poetry, writing
So today I completed re-drafting my novel.
So tonight I am drinking a large glass of red wine!
My head won’t leave the novel alone, I don’t feel ecstatic, I feel anxious. As though I’ve neglected a dependent. I am so tempted to go back and have another look, because I know something somewhere doesn’t quite match up. However, I shall resist, give it 2 days, load it onto my kindle and read it through. This should help me to pinpoint any little niggles.
But for now, cheers!