So, I finished the first draft of my first novel today. I can’t say it was my first book because I wrote that memoir about my year in Afghanistan. It was definitely my first novel though.<\/p>\n
I’m surprised at how…not blown away I feel. I’ve known I was going to finish this one since I wrote the outline so long ago. I know I’ve got a lot of work to do on it still. Notes from writing group to implement, foreshadowing to insert, exposition to work in, characters to tweak and develop better, and so on…<\/p>\n
So it’s not really marked by any real change in my life or circumstances or even prospects. That, may, all come later.<\/p>\n
But this is the day I finished it. The same day my wife woke me in the morning to tell me the van had been stolen from our garage and then laughed like a loon when I believed her for just that barest of instants before I realized what day it was.\u00a0Tying the sprayhead on the kitchen sink in the on position evened that particular score. Slapstick I know, but hey, one does what one can.<\/p>\n
I hope it’s not a bad omen that today is that day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So, I finished the first draft of my first novel today. I can’t say it was my first book because I wrote that memoir about my year in Afghanistan. It was definitely my first novel though. I’m surprised at how…not blown away I feel. I’ve known I was going to finish this one since I … Continue reading The Music Man<\/span>