It Is Done

I finished writing my book.

It took two years, and now it's done. A complete story spanning 158 single-spaced pages in Word.

I still have to read it over and make some minor adjustments, but the story is done. The book is done.

I remember when I finished my thesis a year ago. It was a very similar feeling. It's like giving birth (minus the physical everything), I imagine. You spend so much time with this thing inside of you, and when it's out, you feel simultaneously like a better, stronger person and like you're missing something.

But the point is it's done.