Pretty baby?

So, sometime today or tomorrow, I should be really and truly and finally finished with my first complete draft of my story. I feel like I've been saying that for days (weeks?) now, but there is no getting around it this time.

Hmm, you say, that sounds a little resistant. Well, yeah, there has been a little weirdness for me. I know how close I am, and yet, it has been really hard to pound out these last few chapters and scenes. Can't really say why for sure. One theory is that they're really boring. :-)

On the other hand, maybe I'm a little scared. Being finished with this draft means I will go into serious revisions, which means that one day, maybe in the near future, I'll be ready to ship this puppy off to face the first serious rejection of its life. That is scary. I think I'm up to it, but still.

So many have described the process of writing and attempting to get published as a very long pregnancy. In this case, verrrrry long. When I finish this draft, or maybe the revisions, I'm going to do a post myself about the process--how long it actually took, what happened in between, etc.

When I was a teenager, my mom worked for an ob/gyn doctor, and my first real job was working at the office for a summer. People often brought their newborns in a few weeks after birth for the doctor to see. If it was a cute kid, he'd say, "Oh, what a cute little girl!" (Or guy, or whatever.) If it was not such a cute thing, he'd say, "Oh, a baby!!!" and write FLK on their chart. Funny Looking Kid. Kind of cruel, I guess, but it was also pretty funny at the time to those of us who were on the inside track.

So, yeah, there is this little baby I'm carrying in my metaphorical womb, nearly ready to see the light of day, and I want everyone to think he's gorgeous, and they might think he's just an FLK.

EDIT: I get irritated with my crutch words, so I struck them for all the world to see. Maybe it'll remind me next time. :-D I'm sure there are more here, but this'll do for now.