I finished writing a draft of a novel today.
It's a very drafty draft, but it is done.
Now I have to fill in all the brackets. Whenever I don't have an idea I put in brackets, like this: [insert love letter with copious literary references] and then I keep on going.
Now I have to go back and fill in all the brackets.
But I'm still feeling happy that I finished it. It is going to be a present for my sister Rachel.