It’s over, she exclaimed, with both a sigh of relief and a double fist pump of triumph. It may be the worst first draft ever created in the history of the planet, but it’s finished and I’m going to bury it for at least a month before I touch it.
He shot her a quizzical look.
If I look at it now, she said by way of explanation, I’ll just drag the whole mess to the trash and delete it. I think there is actually a pretty decent story in there but it’s going to take a lot of work to polish it up into anything even remotely presentable to the outside world.
And with that, she closed down Scrivener and headed out for a long-overdue run.