I’m done. I mean done done, with my novel “Lost Kitty”. I’ve combed over it again and again, then read it through front to back while running it through Grammarly since my grammar skills are lacking.

It feels completely weird to be done with this novel that I’ve been working on off and on for years. This is the novel that drug me out of the dark story-less hole that being on pain medication put me in. I would have eventually started writing again as I’m finally off and living with the pain, but I’d have had to start from scratch.

Now I have no more excuses really, it’s time to actually get off my ass and get this ball really rolling.

I keep staring at my computer screen thinking “How can it be done?” NOW I can finally turn my brain onto a new story, I’ve been doing my best not to think of anything new so I wouldn’t leave this behind for the shiny and new.

Thanks to everyone who helped get me this far.