It’s official. I am a novelist. A little before midnight on Sunday evening, I had my word count validated on my novel at 50,152 words and a bright purple bar flashed on the screen saying I am a “winner”! Wahoo!!!
So now that I’ve written my first novel (or at least the beginning of it), what’s next? I experienced the funniest feeling after passing that 50,000 word mark. An inner tingling joy filled my entire being for about 3 seconds, and then…nothing. As a born Achiever (according to StrengthsFinder, which I highly recommend), this is not a new feeling for me. I strive and strive for newer, bigger, higher, more challenging goals day after day, year after year, and then what? I achieve them, and move on. But isn’t there more to life than this incredibly temporary and elusive sense of satisfaction?