Today, at Starbucks, around 1:30 p.m., I finished Chapter 11 of my MLS history book (rough draft). At 62,200 words, I have now written a viable nonfiction work.
All that remains of the rough draft is a conclusion, which I may not write in detail until I’ve done some interviews — already underway — and gone back through the book.
I feel exhausted and really, really happy. I wasn’t sure at first that I could do this. Now, whether this book ends up selling 100,000 copies for a major publishing house or 10 through self-publishing at Amazon, I know I will have written a decent book. I’ll spend the rest of my mini-sabbatical making it better.
The funny thing — since going on this final roll, my Freecell skills have seriously deteriorated.