I am so fucking close.

December 17, 2023

Tonight, I hit 75k words on my first draft. All this progress feels SUBSTANTIAL after outlining the last 12 or so chapters I have left to write.

It’s too much not to celebrate. Holy shit.

And yes, I know I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words. Not the same. Content mill to NDA locked stroke material—it’s not the same. It was someone else’s idea, someone else’s baby. I’m not sure how to quantify my worth as a writer (especially after the AI boom), but it helps to have an almost finished first draft.

It’s so millennial of me to see an accomplishment as embarrassing, isn’t it? I don’t want to tell anyone—or bother them with my good news—so I come here to an audience of no one to feel happy.

I’m doing okay. Better than okay.

I sort of feel like someone I used to know.

Not close to done, though. A draft leads to another draft. Tons of editing. Lots and lots of patience.

Maybe a few moments of happiness between the usual blanket of malaise.