This past week I finished my novel, Mizerably Happy. Five years in the making. It started as something completely different, thus part of the reason completion took so long. But writing is a journey, not a destination, right? To a degree, yes.
The destination part kicks in now. I want to find the right agent for me. I've spent the last two weeks working on the grueling query letter and revising the synopsis, all the while thinking some reward for finishing! And when I had to actually paste the first five pages of my MS into an email, pages I've spent so much sweat and tears on, it almost felt sacrilege to see such an informal format.
But yes, this remains a journey, too.