Well my target of 80,000 words was reached with a cry of elation, and the superb bottle of chilled to perfection Pouilly Fuissé was finally guzzled in honour of the occasion.
I have a list of a few extra events that need to be written into the story and then the process of refining and chopping begins...
This will no doubt see me tearing my hair out and sleeping with my thesaurus under my pillow, but then without the frustration there would be no ultimate satisfaction so bring it on!
Thank you to everyone that has sent me so many lovely encouraging messages over the past six weeks. It's been the most incredible experience to finally do something that I dreamt about for years. I'm sure I'll write about the whole process in more depth but for now I'm going to give my numb fingers a well-earned break and top up my glass.