I finished the lengthiest part of writing — the writing. Now all I have to do is edit, write a query, send out queries, get rejected, send out more queries, get rejected, get rejected, get rejected, get accepted, hassle over a contract, advertise my book with friends, family, and cheap online methods, then beg local bookstores to carry it and maybe even bring me in for a book signing, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble and even though I dread meeting strangers.

Yeah. Done my cute, neurotic rear.