And then the end of the first part happens and you remember it’s the easy part and now the hard work begins. Because it is hard. Very much so. But a milestone is a milestone. It deserves to be acknowledged. If only because the work changes now, shifts gears, the work comes from a different place inside, even though the real end feels far away, still, because the road is dark and full of mystery, and if I don’t watch myself I’ll end up writing about Red Riding Hood being a metaphor for writing and that’s stupid because we all know it’s a metaphor for puberty and that’s stupid because really it’s about the innate male fear of female sexuality.
I’ll shut up now.
First draft: level complete.
