I finished the book in the back seat of my car, in the hour-long interval between The Son getting out of school and a Cub Scout meeting at the town's "Fall Fest". If that's not the portrait of a mom writer, I don't what is.
It's 36 chapters and 103,782 words.
I wrote for 62.5 hours in September.
It took me seven months to write this draft.
I am happy and dazed, and also a tiny bit sad. I have loved writing this book so much, in an entirely selfish way. Now I have to make it something that can belong to other people, not just me.
But that starts tomorrow. Tonight, I can bask a little.