Yes! Yes! Yes!
I typed "The End" to my third romance series book this evening. I feel like poor old Atlas who finally got the nerve to shuck off that worldly weight he carried around.
Oh, yes. Writing is work. It's a millstone around our necks. But we wouldn't trade it for anything! And that is total truth. We baby that millstone. Polish it. Make sure it doesn't get bumped and chipped. Guard it that no one steals it. Are paranoid if anyone comes around sniffing at it, wanting to look at OUR millstone. That's mine. Keep those mitts off, I'll thank you.
You can understand, you've encouraged me, and trod parts of this manuscript's journey with me, listening to my whines, and agonies. So thank you, dearest friends and family, for sticking in there with me. I love you all dearly.
Now, here's to finishing my cozy.
A Tongue-in-the-Cheek Quote:
You probably wouldn't worry about what people think of you if you knew how seldom they do. -- Olin Miller