I Finally Finished the F***ing Novel

You may have noticed a gaping hole in my productivity here on Medium.

You probably didn’t, though. Who the hell am I, anyway? So you don’t have to look it up, it started on May 16, 2021, and lasted until 3 weeks ago when I rage-wrote about the overturn of Roe v. Wade.

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I was busy writing The Novel. If you’re not a writer, you’ll think the capitalization is arrogant. If you are a writer, you’re smirking and nodding. The Novel is the thing you can’t not-write. It’s the thing you find yourself thinking about when you stare at the dark ceiling at 2:12am. The story that your brain provides a plot twist to while you’re mowing the lawn, completely out of the blue.

It’s done.

I finished it.

It’s out.

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