It is a draft. It requires a rest and a thorough reading by yours truly for glitches, grammar boo-boos, and glaring plot holes.
It might suck. It might be, as Anne Lamott so aptly puts it, a truly shitty first draft. But two years and four months after writing the first tentative scene, I did it.
The novel is finished.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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