My eyes are welling up in tears as I type this. Such strange, beautiful emotions come from printing off a final draft. My first final draft. Tomorrow, I'm sending it to New York.
I am tempted to get back into the story and work out some things that I feel aren't quite there, but I really want to get it out. If I keep fitzing with it, it'll never get mailed.
Last night, I admitted to my husband that I have been looking forward to this moment more than any other, including getting married and having children. I don't mean that it's more important than those events, but when I was in second grade and first wanted to do this, I wasn't thinking of marriage or babies. I wanted to write.
Wish me luck and pray that the editors enjoy reading Rohana!