I’ve done it.
I’ve finished the last chapter of the not-a-Jack-the-Ripper-novel, tonight, about twenty minutes ago.
It’s been a long time coming.
Since I wrote the first/second draft I’ve added another 20,000 words, sifted in layers over the story like a fine dusting of ash. I was aiming to have it completed by Yuletide, so that’s a small success I can celebrate: I stuck to my plan.
Am I happy with it? Almost. (I defy anyone who’s ever written anything to say they can’t find something to tweak…)
Is it the best I can do at this moment in time, with this level of skill and experience? Yes, I believe so.
More soon. Oh, so much more.