My finger hit the period, setting a finality to things that I’d assumed were only possible to others. I had done it. I finished a full-length book… a novel. Where had this come from? This… beast of 68 thousand words? I wasn’t a writer. Or, at least I had convinced myself, not an ‘official’ one, yet… even though I had 3 published short stories on Amazon already.
I have always loved the written word, an avid reader delving into college-level books in 5th grade. While drawn to the scifi/fantasy genres, I read EVERYTHING… mysteries, biographies, heavy science, romance, westerns… all of it.
