In another week I’ll have the final instalment of my novel and the editing will begin. Some days it feels like I’ll never get this book out in the market, but at the same time I’m closer than I’ve ever been. I can’t give up and I don’t think my neurotic behaviour can allow me to even if I wanted.
I have to take stock in myself. It’s okay to take time, it’s okay to perfect the art of storytelling, and to not stop writing.