Yesterday, I did it. I finished the first draft of my work-in-progress!
It's definitely a thrill to know that I've finally gotten to the end of the thing that's been keeping me chained to my desk for the last few days. This is the first time I've written a novel draft where I didn't keep backtracking, revising all the previous pages before I went on to write the next part (see my MiG Writer's post for more on this). At one point, I even skipped writing a couple of chapters and moved ahead to write the next section out of order. How's that for writing dangerously?
After my feet came back to the ground, I realized that a lot of what I've written is garbage. I know there is a lot of revision ahead of me before I get to a place where I'd even consider showing this story to my critique group. But I definitely have some clear directions in mind for the changes I need to make. And did I mention, I finished my first draft?