I’ve done it! I’ve handed in my dissertation. Edited until I almost went blind and it’s probably still full of mistakes. I don’t care though it’s gone now which means that officially I do not have to write another word for this course ever again. Yey! It’s a good feeling. It’s also a strange feeling. I’m on my own now. My novel is a bit like a half built castle. I’ve got a lot of building to do, but the foundations are there. I just need to put in the hard work now.
The good thing about finishing the course is that I don’t have to write for anybody else apart from me now. I can just solider on with it and fix the mistakes when it’s all completed. The bad thing is that I haven’t got that support and advice anymore - well, apart from the poor unfortunate souls from my course who I force my writing on.
Last night I thought I’d celebrate by having a well deserved rest and watching the television. There was nothing on – it was rubbish. So I suppose that after a few days to get my thoughts in order I’ll be back writing again. I will be finishing this book if it kills me!
Am I allowed to be proud of myself? It’s a bit self satisfied, but I am. I think I’ve got everything I wanted to out of this year and hopefully I’m a better writer because of it. So, some of my essays could have been better, but who cares? For me it was all about self improvement and getting the confidence to finish a novel. Completing a novel doesn’t seem impossible anymore.
Every time you write you get better so that’s all I’ve got to do – keep writing. Tap tap tap – one sentence at a time. One scene at a time…. Oh yes, and I will be getting drunk to celebrate this weekend, because it would be rude not to. Wouldn’t it?