Wrapping up with more enthusiasm than an elf at Christmas

It's done. I've written the final sentence of the final chapter, and I can finally say that I've finished a novelling project. I'm talking full on beginning, middle, and end. There is a resolution to the conflict, and my main character has his ending that he deserves. It's a thing of pure beauty.

That doesn't mean it doesn't need a shitload of work. The story may be done, but this thing is far from finished if I ever want anyone other than my hard drive seeing it. It's got a long way to go still, but damn am I ever happy to even be thinking about the editing process with a finished product to actually edit. If you've never felt this feeling of absolute pride before, please don't ask me to describe it, because it's just plain indescribable. It's like I'm basking in the glow of the sunlight filtered in through the radiant back hairs of a flying unicorn. It's beautiful.

Now, I'm not just telling you all this to brag. Although, I'm fucking bragging. I'm proud as shit of myself right now, and I probably will continue to be ball-slappingly proud of myself for quite some time. This is something I've always dreamed of doing, I've always told myself I would one day do, and here I am, having just finished doing it. But more than that, I'm telling you all this because I want you to know that if you have dreams like I do (you totally do, don't lie) you can totally achieve them. Reach for those lofty goals full force and go for it. My dream of just finishing something, not making it big, or writing a best-selling series, or anything like that, but for anyone that knows me, it's clear that that goal was barely attainable. I'm a lazy slob, even things I like to do can become tiresome to me so I just go to bed and sleep it off and forget about it. If I can do it, you definitely can. Get out there and do that shit. Finish something and make it beautiful, you beautiful people.

This is a major thanks to Camp NaNoWriMo
for giving me a reason to actually strive to finish.
Without it, I'd still be languishing with 50 unfinished
works. Now I'm celebrating with 49 unfinished and one
finished one. It's like magic.