I have two small sections left to write (they will appear in earlier chapters of the manuscript), but I basically completed the first draft of my third book today. This is what I listened to when I finished the memoir. On repeat.



The end is still a bit slippery, and the entire thing is rough as hell and I need at least a week to go through it so I can make it presentable before sending it off to my first round of readers, but still: I did it. Hardest thing I've ever written. I think I've aged a good ten years during the process because I look haggard as hell; I lost hair, stopped eating, and my skin is dry and itchy and irritated. And who knows if it's good enough, or worthy enough, for the men I'm writing about, for the community that I'm writing about, for the enormity of what I'm attempting to put words to? But I tried, and I did it.