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Have a fully printed copy of my novel sitting on my desk (Clarification: this is the novel I wrote for the just past NaNoWriMo, not, sadly, one I just finished). It's an impressive little heap. My first instinct was to throw it in the air and roll around on the floor amongst the whiteout, screaming "Whoop whoop whoop whoop."

What? Isn't that yours? Weirdo.

Will be needing to get to reading it soon, to see exactly what I've got and what I can do with it, consulting my copy of So You Wrote A Novel. So Now What? on best practices. But for now, I'll just admire it. Maybe just whoop a couple times.

Whoop whoop.

That's the stuff.


Hey, take a pic of it. It's like a kid. You made it. Sort of. Seriously, I'm really happy I took pics of mine.

Good idea!

Awesome! Congrats!!!

SF? Fantasy? Other? All of the above?

HUZZAH!!! Just don't do what I did: put it in a drawer so you never had to look at it again.


Mike, er, it's a superhero novel, actually. I have no idea which bank it would fall under in the great Science Fiction/Fantasy dichotomy.

Jenn, I'm now in the "pull it out of the desk drawer and evaluate it" phase (see my clarification above).

Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop!

Congrats! Whoop whoop and woo hoo!

Yeah, I'm for the whooping.

I see: whoop and the world whoops with you.