There are two little words in the English language that are elusive and ironic. These words represent a goal met, a dream realized. And yet at the same time they symbolize a beginning. What are these words?
I wrote these words for the very first time a week ago. For me, typing those words on the screen and seeing them, in all their black and white reality, felt very surreal. It was a day I never thought would come. But, six months ago when I sat down and looked at my blank screen and typed 'In the Beginning', (well, not actually, but you know what I mean), I knew that if I was going to start it then I was darn well going to finish it. No matter what.
So I guess I can now officially call myself 'an author.' My book, my first draft, crappy though it may be, is done. All 92,000 words of it.
This has been a very long journey for me, to get to 'the end'. I had to overcome a lot of fears, doubts, anxiety, excuses, and a myriad of neuroses to even believe that I had it in me to write a book. I logged six months of life coaching before I even had the guts to start.
But start, I did. And I've learned so much. Like, that I can be disciplined when it's important to me. And I can finish things. And that I do have a voice, and I trust it.
So, now what? Well I've put my baby in the drawer for a couple of weeks. Then i'll go back and start editing, revising, and all that good stuff.
Which is a whole new journey, full of new lessons.
I can't wait.