And show the heavens more just.

In the wee hours of this morning, I finished my first draft of the first installment of my first novel.

I feel more accomplished now than I felt at the end of National Novel Writing Month when I crossed the 50k word mark. Now, I have a perfectly flawed manuscript waiting to be printed at Kinko's, to move to the next stage: revision. I'm excited about editing my draft because I know it can get better, and that finished product will also be something to proud of.

I emailed the 175-page, 63,000 word file to my roommates just now. They better start reading, because I'm ready for the constructive criticism. (: