I finished He Who Fights on Saturday. 116,000 words that have a start, middle and end. It's not the first time I've finished it, and it probably be won't be the last but for now its a victory to be celebrated.
Everything that could have happened while writing this book has happened. I got an agent, moved house, got pneumonia, left my job, got a new job, lost my agent, moved countries, had another child, got pneumonia again, lost my mother, had a heart scare. At times, I've wanted to give up on it, give up on the dream of being a published writer, just get a life again, some time to myself, without this weight on my back. I hated people asking "Hows the book coming along?" "Have you finished it yet?" Or worse still was when no one asked about my writing - all quietly thinking that I'd given up and scared to ask. So He Who Fights is apt because I've fought every step of the way to get this done. So for now, hurrah!
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