This morning, I finally finished the read-through of the manuscript I’ve been working on.

There’s something about finishing a revision that always throws me for a loop. Oh, I know I still have to type the changes into the document on my computer. I have to run it through spell-check, too. But there’s still an element of shock. The thing I’ve been working on for years is… gone. Finished. Over.

I suppose it’s worth mentioning that I have another revision in the works, and another rough draft (or six) waiting for their turns. But finishing one still hits me in a weird way.

It’s times like this when I’m especially grateful to my creative communities. Other writers understand.

I’m moving on to typing the changes into the computer file. Somehow, that always seems to go at a break-neck speed.