The light at the end of the tunnel is not a train, but the completion of my very first novel. I just typed the last line of my book. Of course, until I am happy I will continue to tweak and twiddle away, but in essense it is done.
I am so happy. I sat here with my laptop beside me and cried. I have never felt that before. It was an amazing sense of achievement. Yes I know I have written six other books, but they were all true crime, the information was already there. I just had to interpret it and get it down on paper.
This time, it was from my own head, my own story, my own characters, my own novel. I did it.