I haven't even read the whole thing start to finish. And right now, I don't even want to. I just want to bask in the accomplishment of writing
on page 104.
Soon enough will come reading Steph's comments and the refining... where I thwak myself on the forehead and say "How could I have forgotten to put that in?" Or come to the sobering realization that this play is only funny to me. And then I'll have to steel myself for a reading, which always sends my insides through a pasta machine. But today, I am done. Heave a huge sigh. Kick back.
Now, I can finally let myself read again. Which book shall I choose...