I'm a bit gooey with joy right now. Light headed.
I killed two scenes that I was trying to shoe-horn in there from my outline. They just weren't fitting.
Maybe in revision, when I have a real rough draft to work with, but not right now.
Not a bad word count either. Long, but not as long as I'd feared.
I have work to do but give me a moment to bask in the joy of it.
THE END.
It's taken at least 5 years to write those words. And I finally get to. And I'm inarticulate (more than usual even).
