Well, it's late on a Saturday night (OK, technically it's Sunday morning already, as the date function on this thing is loudly proclaiming) and all I really feel like doing is going to sleep, but I felt I should post here. Why? Well, because I finished my book. The first draft of the last chapter has been written. There are no more chapters calling out to be put down on paper.

There are a heckuva lot of chapters calling out to be rewritten, some near the end before I can really go back to the beginning and go through it all again. But it's all there. My first novel, done. From here on out I can do it again and again and again. I'm finding methods that work for me. I'm finding a personal style. I'm finding my weaknesses. It's been a really interesting process. I'm so glad I've done it. Now I just have to push through to the end. Follow through and get it printed and bound. See where the adventure takes me.

Day Job: One note on this subject. I got some bad news on Friday. One of my staff members gave their two weeks' notice. After the roller coaster ride of emotions this week, it sort of hit me hard. I'm glad I've had the weekend to process through it before dealing with HR and etc. I'm OK about it now, but I wasn't then. I passive-agressively pushed a friend of mine to go to dinner with me after work so I could talk to somebody about it. That friend listened while I rambled, then helped me put the situation in perspective, then told me funny stories till I laughed. I never properly thanked this friend. I'm not good at that sometimes. So friend - you know who you are - thanks.