WORDS WORDS WORDS CONFLICTING EMOTIONS AGH

You see I just finished the book I've been writing since grade seven.

*applause cue, please and thank you*

And I'm sad. But also happy. And proud. But also anxious. And a little lost, because like, this has been my primary project for four years and what on earth am I going to do during science class now?

Do you even understand the rollercoaster of emotional turmoil there is involved in writing the words "The End"? I can't even explain. There's just no metaphor that makes sense.

And every time I tell someone this accomplishment I get the question, "So what happens now? When you gonna publish it?" Etcetera, etcetera.

And the short answer is, not for a while, since the first half is crap, and the even shorter answer is WHO CARES? I just finished writing my second book in my whole life. Allow me to revel in the glory of it for a bit before I get back to work.

And believe me, the next part is the hard part. Ugh.

DON'T CARE. NOT THINKING ABOUT IT. I AM REVELLING. I AM REVELLING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. JUST LOOK AT ALL THIS FABULOUS REVELRY. 

For those who really want to know something about the story, I'll drop a title okay that's it, stop begging me already geez you're coming off as needy.

It's called The Blessing of Aphrodite (as of, like, yesterday. It was called something else for the longest time but I like this title a hundred times better. Funny how things just come to you sometimes).

AND IT'S DONE

REVELLING