...first draft: Done.
After researching, outlining and writing the prose for 8 years (several of which were spent in a "drawer" on my hard drive, not to be opened, much less touched), today, sitting in the kitchen nook with the bright Portland sunshine filling the skies, I drummed out the final two pages of my first novel. And I have to admit, it feels...false? As in, is it really over?
Then I look over the final pages and see that the characters have run their courses, the plot has fully arced and, really, there's no place left to go.
Except to rewrites, starting on page 1. But not until next week.
I'm gonna enjoy this feeling for a bit.