It’s a funny thing. I thought I would feel this amazing sense of joy when I wrote the above words, but I haven’t. I’m happy, don’t get me wrong, but I almost think that in being done, there are a whole new set of hurdles that need to be jumped. Editing for unnecessary references. Plot holes (though thankfully I don’t have but maybe one or two, and those are going to be easier to fix than the ones I’m still facing with Letting Go). Scanning for -ly verbs. Making sure each character’s voice is represented and honest. Assuring myself that enough is said so the book can stand on its own, yet leaving just enough unsaid to make people want to follow their story into book 2.
For now, I think I’m going to take a shower and allow myself to feel accomplished. I’ll let the rest of it unfold as it will, because I trust enough in the process to enjoy the ride without being too focused on the outcome.