Wow. What a heady feeling: I sailed to a conclusion with my YA modern fantasy WIP this evening. I've tied up some strings and left a few dangling, and, much to my literary geek enjoyment, the last line of the book is currently "Besides, I thought to myself with a smile, I’d always loved Macbeth."
Other than my first NaNoWriMo, I don't know the last time I've finished a draft so quickly. Now comes the hard part: editing and polishing. I'm going to set it aside until the end of the school year (or sooner, if I feel the urge) so it can ruminate a bit, and in the meantime, I'm going to revisit my adult historical/women's fiction WIP that I've ignored since the conference last fall.
What is it with me and Scotland? I hated being there (I know, I need to be smacked, but it rained ALL the time) and yet it's become a vital part of two of my WIPs with a third on the way. Ah, well. Maybe it was more magical than I realized.
What are you proud of tonight?