Lately, whenever I "finish" a novel I find myself thinking, "I couldn't possibly have written that story. Someone else sat down at my computer and did it for me. How did I make this happen?" I submitted my first draft of Taken's sequel to my editor about a month and a half ago, and just a few weeks back, I sent a revised version of a stand-alone WIP to my agent. (It's these kind of major milestones—finalized first drafts, revised mss, etc.—that I'm speaking of when I say "finish" a novel.)
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Lately, whenever I "finish" a novel I find myself thinking, "I couldn't possibly have written that story. Someone else sat down at my computer and did it for me. How did I make this happen?" I submitted my first draft of Taken's sequel to my editor about a month and a half ago, and just a few weeks back, I sent a revised version of a stand-alone WIP to my agent. (It's these kind of major milestones—finalized first drafts, revised mss, etc.—that I'm speaking of when I say "finish" a novel.)