So it took me seven years to write my novel. Probably a bit longer if I am truthful. And now I am here all alone without it. And I can see it up on the screen as a little thumbnail picture on Goodreads and I can hold it in my hand as uncorrected proofs. But I don't have it to write. And it isn't mine anymore.
I really miss Paul and I really miss Scarlett.
I miss writing my novel.