The albatross is dead. Long live the albatross.

I finally typed those magic words, “the end”, at the end of the romance novel I have spent too much time on. A relatively short, 50,000 words, novel whose final word count will be around 60,000 words on my next draft. However, the first draft is done. The story is at least down.

I sequestered myself for the last couple weeks to get it done. Now I can pop my head up, take a look around, check in on my communities, and catch up on the little things.

Like showering.