Yesterday was a huge day for me. It wasn't filled with romantic gestures such as flowers and expensive bottles of champagne. I wasn't treated to a fancy dinner or swept off my feet by my adoring husband. Nope. I actually cooked a meatloaf, fed the kids, and settled in for a movie around 10pm. I vacuumed, washed the kitchen floor, even managed to grab a cup of coffee with a friend in between preschool pick-up and swim lessons. So what made this seemingly ordinary day fantastic -- I finished a WIP.
At 10:32 am I wrote the last word, of the last chapter, of my WIP Fatum. Surprisingly, it wasn't filled with regret or the feeling of it all being over. I am oddly calm about this WIP, have moved on the the Synopsis, and plan to send it over to my agent on Wednesday. It has been critiqued, and edited, and all the from/form then/than typos corrected.
Now I'm off to think up a new idea!