A few days ago had this surreal moment where I realized I'm about to finish the first draft of my book. My first book, after a lifetime of struggling to finish one. It hit me a lot harder emotionally than I had expected.

There will be a lot of heavy edits, some cutting, adding, etc. What is currently public isn't actually close to the final product. I know of at least two chapters that will get cut entirely. The entire first chapter will probably be cut down to at least 2/3s of what it currently is.

And to explain why this realization hit me so hard: I've been working off of a rough outline of the character arcs and plot (plot is built around the character arcs) this entire time, but details have been fleshed out as go.

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I realized about two weeks ago I had reached a point where it is time to land the plane on this thing. I had an idea in the outline of a final fight that was the catalyst to two huge character developments, the conclusion of their first individual arcs, and the conclusion to the first arc of their relationship.

A few days ago, I finally fleshed out how that would all go in the next fight in the story. And once I did that, the story clicked in my head. It was finished. At least, in my head, though not all written.

This has been a really crazy three months, guys.

I will continue writing the story