In May 2013 I wrote a big chunk of Vert Glace while on holiday. I think I finished the first draft in June. Since then, I've fleshed out the world a lot more through writing about other characters in the same world (Sasha for example). I've also had my dear friends tear my draft apart.
And now, a year and a half later, it's finally back together again in one document.
All I have left to do is to go back over it and do one more edit pass (at least, that's how I break it down to myself so I don't hulk out and destroy this peaceful seaside town).
I thought that I would be pleased and excited. I thought that I would feel accomplished.
But here I am, sweating and insecure like the world's biggest dork. I'm sure that in the next few weeks I'll be fighting procrastination like Samuel L Jackson fought those snakes on a plane.
Maybe after this last push I'll start to feel more like a phoenix rising out of the flames.