I finished my last draft! Next, professional editing. Eighteen months - over 2,100 hours of research, writing, editing, classes and reworking the story. Still struggling with the title, but it’s ready to hand off to a real editor.
I’m the Eliza Doolittle of the writing world, an unpolished fraud attempting to find my way in - to tell a heartfelt story to an exceptionally critical audience. But, intimidation aside, I have a certain jingle dancing through my head.
"You did it! You did it! You said that you would do it, And indeed you did. I thought that you would ruin it; I doubted you'd do it. But now I must admit it That succeed you did."
Nothing right now can spoil my moment!
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