Last night, I finished the first draft of my non-fiction project. The rewrites are already underway, but for five minutes there, last night, at approximately 11.45pm, I had a moment. The knowledge that there were words for every page. Perhaps not perfect words. Not yet. But words.
I cannot tell you how relieved I was. Me, here. In the middle of the night. In a dark, quiet house. Under the one burning light in the whole place. While my boys snored in their beds and dreamed their dreams in the other rooms.
I let out a small ‘yay’. And realised once again that yaying by yourself is not all that satisfying. So I tweeted a small ‘yay’. Two lovely tweeps immediately popped up with cyber back slaps and congratulations and promises to read the final product when it’s published.
My little moment became a shared moment.
You’ve got to love the internet.