On finishing a draft

It’s 6:39am. I’m at my laptop in perfect writing position, just as I’ve been every morning since November 1 (that’s 55 days) as I struggled to put together my first draft of this new WIP. I realized at about 2pm yesterday that I’d actually done it. I got from the beginning to the end of my story (at least, I think I did—but more about that later), managed to connect events and figure out a maddeningly vague sequence of historical facts, and create at least a narrative, if not an actual, breat...