Well, this is exciting! This morning I finished the first draft of the book I’ve been writing, the memoir about my (now-defunct) open marriage. I managed to end up with a longer manuscript than I’d anticipated and finished 6 weeks ahead of schedule. Fantastic!
Skyspook and I are looking into formats and such for Kindle sales and the like so I can get everything squared away in the second draft (which will address typos, grammar issues, formatting errors, along with some things I KNOW for sure I want to smooth out and address). Second draft will be read by Skyspook to get his input. Third draft goes to readers, among which will be a few of my talented polyamorous writer friends who agreed to write essays for the book to address some things I may have neglected or missed in writing the book.
I still have quite a ways to go on the project, but for now, I’m thrilled to have made it this far. So many times when I didn’t want to sit down and write, or when I doubted myself and asked, “What the hell do you think you have to say anyway? Who died and made you an expert?” I made myself do it.
I freaking made myself do it. Over and over again.
And that’s pretty awesome all by itself.