Just a quick note to commemorate a writing milestone on my journey to become an author.
At about 1:00 am, July 11, 2010, Saturday, I finished my first novel.
It took me a little over a year to finish writing this story. I could not have done it without the support of my husband and children.
G, thank you for not going crazy over the clean laundry that went unfolded for weeks. And, for not going ballistic over the weeds growing in the front yard. And, for not killing me when snuck into bed way past midnight each night.
Kids, thank you for letting Mommy hog the computer until I got my laptop. Thank you for not complaining, too much, about the lack of clothes in your closets. Thank you for enjoying the Kraft Mac n' Cheese, the Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup or Tomato Soup, or Chef Boyardee Beef-A-Roni lunches on Saturdays, because that was all Mommy could whip up for you.
I don't know where I will go with it, because I am not sure if it is something I want to define me as an author. I am not ashamed of what I wrote, but this might be something I would prefer to keep for myself first. Much like how I felt when I gave birth to my first child, I wanted to keep her to myself first.
Whether or not this novel ever sees the light of day, what is important, is I have proven somethings to myself.
I can tell a story.
I can create a world, that one can get lost in (I did a couple of times).
I can create characters, that speak, feel, and move.
I can write.