Of course, I captured the moment with some pics for a blog post. Just wait until it is my very own ARC, or better yet, the published book. It'll probably look like my head is about to pop off.
My weekend consisted of a mad 500-yard dash of revising. Saturday was my deadline to release it for the first time in its entirety to a couple people to edit/critique it for me. Before that, I only had a critique partner work on a few chapters at a time. Anyway, I stayed up late on Friday until I was about to drop dead of exhaustion, and awoke early on Saturday and finished another edit. Tehehe! Plus, I wrote the book's ending which has been stashed away in my head for months now. I finally wrote it. And. It. Is. Beautiful.
All you writers out there, how did you feel the first time you printed off your manuscript? Were you as jubilant as I was, speechless, or did you really pass out?