Or at least the first draft is. Wow, it's a weird moment to know that I finished my first novel. A lot of time, research, and sacrifice went into this. It was such a huge project to write a book that took place in WWII, that I didn't get much of anything else done. Most of my available free time went into writing this. Even on most weekends I didn't have time to watch a movie or even relax with a video game. It's a great feeling of accomplishment, but also bittersweet knowing the majority of the writing is over.
The stats for it are as follows: 185 pages, 107,066 words, 39 chapters + an epilogue.
Now it's time to shelve it for a few weeks (probably until April), so I can approach it again with fresher eyes for the next draft. I'm in a peculiar position now since I'm not sure what new writing project to start on. Usually I would have the next project researched and ready to go, but since the novel took so much time, the horror movie about the broken down bus isn't ready yet.
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