Three and one half to four years for a first novel, I'm fine with that. It will be three years come November. I still have some work on the ending. I know where the story goes but 2-3 final chapters still need to be fleshed out. That's not a problem. It's that I know so much more about writing now than I did when I started. I'm very happy with the flashbacks. I've worked on those the most. They tell the story of my protagonist from the age of 10 to 14. They just need a little tweaking, to put more emphasis on the purpose of those chapters. The rest of the WIP I like, a lot. But it's not as good as it could be. It has to be great, not just good. And I know it can be, nay, it will be. I was hoping for this November, that would be three years. Looking it over this morning as I complied most of the work into a final draft, I decided it needs more work than I previously thought. I'm not worried that is the case. But I want to give it the proper time. This novel represents me as a new writer. If I succeed, I can write the second book in the duology knowing I'm a recognized writer. I know that's going to sound over-confident, more optimistic than a rational thinker such as myself should think. But I believe in the story I'm telling. And I believe that despite not being a natural born writer, I am a natural born learner. I believe I have the desire, the passion, and the story that needs telling. So, that's it. That's my sitting in my backyard on a warm evening progress journal dreaming.