And it feels good.
(Not as good as sex,but exhilarating nonetheless)
That's the way it happens sometimes - you hold your child's hands until the very last minute then shove them out the express train door...
(I imagine this is very much how my parents felt when I went off to college: "We love you, Son!" followed by a size 12 boot to my posterior)
And now I'm free... only I'm not. Lots and lots more to do:
A web serial to write...
An online business plan to write...
Another business plan to consult on...
Revise some literary and artist agreements...
Revise a short story...
An online animated short to conceive and write...
Not to mention my "to read" pile that I now HAVE to tackle.
(Now where is that bottle of scotch?)
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