Comfortably Numb

It's done. Topped out at 322 pages, over 183,000 words and 66 chapters. I worked up the idea and started the outline on December 7 of last year and now it is finally done. The first draft, anyway.

I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. Maybe I'll just sit here and watch Harvey Keitel shuffle-kick Steve Buscemi around an abandoned warehouse. Again. Before the worry sets in.

Worrisome things include whether or not I'm going to read this thing and realize I need to insert a chapter here or there to make sense of some stuff. Historically, I am not the best person to make this kind of judgment. There is always the possibility that after I read it my hands are going to want to throw it in a fire.

All joking aside, I think this might be the best thing I've ever written. I've re-read a random bit here or there and there's nothing that's made me groan with embarrassment. In fact, every time I've picked it up to read through it I've started out with trepidation in my heart and ended up getting engrossed in the story. I don't know if that means it's good or I'm self-absorbed. This is why I have beta readers.

Starting tomorrow, I'm in alpha.