When I was in grade five, I had the privilege of being asked to serve on the school patrol. Part of the perk was to go to summer camp to learn the rules of school patrol safety.
I hated the camp as soon as I got there. I didn't know anyone and everything seemed so different and new. Then, as I got to know some of the other campers, I started to think things weren't so bad. I started to have fun. By the last day, I just didn't want camp to be over and I hated the idea of leaving.
That's exactly how I feel right now about Neither Hide Nor Hair. I'm at the tail end of the first draft, and I'm reluctant to work on it because I know it will mark the end of my "summer camp" experience. I know I'll revisit the story several times, but there's only one "first time" that a writer finishes their manuscript. Okay, I'm off to either finish the draft or to play tetherball.
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