If You Think My Nose Looks Bad, You Should See the Grindstone!
It's rougher than an old cob, full of inconsistencies waiting to be ironed out, and probably reeks with typos, but my draft (AKA the neverending story) now has a beginning, a middle, and praise the muse, an end.
That's right, Santa came early and we have a draft, folks. The next few weeks will be dedicated to sanding the rough off of this baby and getting it as smooth as I (and my crack team of brilliant critique partners) can make it.
Merry Christmas (or insert your own holiday). I'm stepping away from the keyboard for a couple of days to chill.