A little over two and a half years ago, I began this journey of writing a novel. After writing, editing and rewriting, I finished Fallen Angel today. But, is a novel ever really finished?
I will echo my fellow writer Regina Sirois' sentiment of No. (She authored On Little Wings, you should read it! I'll cover her in another blog post later.)
But as an author you get to a place where you are at peace with the work. As the author of a novel you are deeply intimate with both the flaws and shining moments that make you cry (both from joy and sadness for your character). Is there still room for improvement? Definitely. But for now, I am at peace.
So . . . Who wants to read it?