NaNoWriMo - Day 28 - The final two chapters are coming

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That's right.

Two chapters to go, before I get to type those two wonderful words. 'The End'

Of writing that first draft, of course.

But not the end of the process.  A little rest time away from it and then the next laborious task begins.

Editing.

Perhaps we should have a NaMaWriMo, with the Ma standing for May, and setting a month aside to do the first edit.

Come to think of it, maybe I'll do it just to see how it goes.

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