You know how when kids are around 5 years old, and something they’re excited about is going on, they want to tell everyone? The neighbor, the cashier, the stranger across the street…
Well, I’m in that place now. IÂ want to walk around and tell everyone:
I finished the story. I finished it!Â I got the end, the end that eluded me forÂ a month!
I thought I had skipped my workout today to do this, but I think the jumping around may have been a good substitute.
I’m telling you, this kind of a thing is almost better than being published. Why? Because no matter what anyone else thinks, I did the work. I accomplished the task of using words, relating details, creating characters, ideas, problems, difficulties, and then bringing it all together to make a story. A new story exists in the world, now.