Not quite coherent right now because I just published the epilogue for Woes of Ginny Weasley. I’ve been writing this damned story in some incarnation or other since 2009. Now it’s done. Love it or hate it, take it or leave it. It is done. I have set it free into the world. Another example of bad writing? Probably. Now that it is finished, however, I can move onto other things. I am so, so, so very stoked.
As I posted on Twitter:
“I am high right now. On a writer’s high. I finished the story. Published. Done. Out there to be loved or lambasted, or both. FINISHED. OMG”