It's Done! It's F***ing Done!

Holy shit! It's actually done. I can't believe it. This rough draft felt like the draft from hell. It just wouldn't obey me. I went in thinking it would be 50-60k words; ya know, just a short little satire. Something fun to write in-between stories to poke fun at the celebrity obsession culture today.

I didn't expect a 115k word giant slapping me in the face until my cheeks were bruised. Day in and day out I pumped 2k words into this thing that just swallowed them up and asked for more. Ha outline? This thing didn't want an outline. It swallowed my outline up in minutes and had my MC going on sidequests out the ying yang.

But none of that matters now because it's EFFING DONE!

Now, I know this is the rough draft; I know that my manuscript is currently a complete piece of shit crap right now, but I also know that's future R.K.'s problem. All the plot holes, grammatical errors, and magical fixes are future R.K.'s problem.

Present me is just going to enjoy this victory. I can now go into this next semester of grad school knowing whatever writing endeavors I take on are not looming ones taunting me with their incompleteness.

I'm done, and I'm so happy right now.