I finished the seventh chapters of my novel and I'm gonna post it in a couple of days or so, concluding "part one" with that chapter. I learned a lot about the craft and enjoyed every bit of it.

It's been a long time since the last time I was genuinely happy, I feel bitter and angry all the time, but my novel makes me happy. I love it, I love working on it, I love thinking about it and I love talking about it with that one friend who genuinely cares. And best of all, people seem to enjoy the story I wrote as well. I'm so happy and I want to cry.