It is done.
After spending the last two months stuck to my office chair like peanut butter on the roof of Tiger’s mouth (trust me, it’s quite an image), the book has been completed.
As I type, it is currently showing as “publishing” on Amazon. That word is teasing me. Sticking out its tongue. Amazon states that it takes up to 12 hours for a book to publish. What infernal wording! Imagine submitting a blog post and having to wait half a day (or up to, so you never really know when it will go live). Except this isn’t just a blog post. It’s 79,000 words that took 3 years to write.
Finishing the book is an amazing emotional release. Tears tickled the corners of my eyes as I went out on my evening run. That entire chapter of my life is over. Done. Finished. I have found release and peace through the process of writing the book. I have cried countless tears as I relived the most painful memories while they were recorded in words. I screamed at my ex all over again as I looked at what he did through a writer’s eyes. I laughed at the humor and shook my head in disbelief at the absurdity of the whole story.
And now it is just a story to me. It is a story to share so that others can realize they are not alone on their journeys and can (hopefully) find inspiration through my pilgrimage to happiness. The end of the book is the end of an era.
So now I wait for the word I want to see.