Finally, finally, finally, the first draft has been achieved! He was a smug, reticent bastard for 99% of the book. I had to beat him within an inch of his life. Not once but several times. I had to warp some more British history to figure out his House. I also had to ruin–I mean, blur–some Chinese Imperial dynasties.
There were many times when I wanted to do anything, I mean ANYTHING, but work on his book. Clean toilets. Sort rocks. Do my taxes. Yeah, I was desperate. But little by little, I kept chiseling.
It still needs work. A lot of work.
But the first draft is DONE. And there’s very little else that feels as good as working so damned hard and finally achieving the goal.
Stock photo by Ferelwing
ETA: 74,000 words!