The Moment You Finish.

It's a cold Sunday in April, the heating still on though Spring is nearly over. You haven't washed. You haven't been out all day. And you sit staring at the desktop, in my case, a picture of Emperor penguins in Antarctica. There are no trumpets, no fireworks, not even to my surprise any massive sense of elation. Because, though it might be done, this first draft, it is still a long way from being finished. Or, more importantly, sold. I have climbed one mountain, reached the creative summit as far as I am concerned, all the while knowing that another awaits me, the commercial one.