Last night I typed "the end" to the first draft of Wishing on Baby Dust.
This story was really hard to write, and yet very easy at the same time. It dealt with a lot of issues I've personally dealt with, and a lot of issues I have not. On an emotional level, it was hard sometimes to relive those memories. But at the same time, the fact they hit so close to home made these characters' stories easier to write. Because these characters were real to me. Their problems were real to me. It was all just so...real.
The first draft finished just shy of 95,000 words, which is probably one of the shorter novels I've written. I know the ending needs to be fleshed out a lot, but I also know that there are some things I can cut, so I'm hoping the final product will be about 90k. Usually I wait for awhile before starting revisions, but this story is still screaming so loudly, that I think I'll start revising next week.
That's two first drafts I've finished since May. TWO. Considering the twins and my five year hiatus from writing, I'm happy with that number. I want to have Wishing on Baby Dust ready to go on submissions by May, which is a reasonable goal, I think.
I'm seriously so excited!!! I FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT!!! Did I mention how excited I am?