After months and months of brainstorming, plotting, outlining, writing part of the draft, replotting, outlining, and then going back to the beginning … three times, I finally, FINALLY finished my women’s fiction draft in April!
And bonus? I LOVE MY LAST LINE! Here it is if you’re curious:
Because I’m fine, just as I am.
Oh, and the last line for one of my chapters was so unbelievably DELICIOUS that I smiled for the rest of the day! I adore how Marcie finally had the courage to tell off her son … which, sorry, Junior, was well-deserved. (They later reconcile in a way that’s just as delicious.)