He did it!
He did it!!
Despite having his laptop (aka novel writing machine!) stolen.
Despite sleeping on somebody elses floor.
Despite working his normal job.
Despite trying to shift house.
Despite catering to his pregnant wife.
Despite being made the middle man in some of his family arguments.
Despite spending *way* too much time talking to his bitter old grandmother.
Despite stressing about landlords.
BRENNEN FINISHED HIS NOVEL LAST NIGHT.
And I am so proud/amazed/in awe/in love.
He celebrated with a good beer, I celebrated with sparkling grape juice.
I was ridiculously happy about it all.
I believe I even whooped and hollared amongst hugs.
I want to print the pages out and do naughty things to them.
Brennen's just so freaking inspiring!