Sent.

It’s done. It’s sent. The button has been pushed. No going back. This seems to be a pattern with me. The day I send my novel off to the editor I feel a myriad of emotions.

In some ways it is similar to the days I gave birth. It’s painful then exhilarating. Like floating on a cloud of relief only to feel the let down of responsibility.

It has been my baby from conception last August to birth this August. A year of forming in my head and heart and commiting it to paper.

Yet till it’s been given out to others you almost don’t know how it is.

Sure you gave a gut feeling that it’s a great story but along with that the nagging question whether anyone else will think so too. Call it the doubting Thomas in me if you will.

So here I am on the 18th of August biting my nails and at the same time wanting to shout it from the rooftops! It’s done, it’s written. It’s posted or shared on Dropbox if you will.

Now to see how much holds up to the scrutiny of a student of English Literature. Wish I could tell you the title of my novel but before the cover is finished I can’t. Would like to surprise you.

I have this exhilarating feeling on the day I send it off every time. In it’s wake follows the disappointment of creative flow paused. I won’t start on another till next year. Then the whole process has to start over.

It’s hard work but the rewarding feeling is worth it. Now I can only hope my readers will love it as much as me and enjoy the journey it takes them on.

Can’t wait to launch this novel. Going to be Epic!