Okay, so I try not to spend too much time talking about myself here, because, let's face it, nobody cares. But tonight, I impose upon you my own personal joy and triumph, because I can.*
I have written a novel. It took me exactly a month.
Have no illusions that it was easy. I have busted my freaking ass for thirty days to get this bastard finished in a month. Otherwise, I wouldn't be feeling so damn triumphant, such that I'm posting it for the world to see.
To review: I have written a novel. It took me exactly a month.
I would like to thank the following individuals for contributing to my success: Jacob, my inspiration; Whitney, my other inspiration; Erin, my perspiration; the makers of Diet Dr. Pepper; and Chris Baty, author of No Plot? No Problem!
*Disclaimer: This post was written under the influence of sleep deprivation, euphoria, and not a little bit of champagne. I cannot be held responsible for anything I post tonight.
