I've had an idea for my [first] novel living inside my head for eighteen years. Life never would allow the time it actually takes to be a serious author and only bits and pieces of the story ever made their way to paper. Recently the decision was made to stop putting it off and write. Now ideas won't stop fertilizing my idea garden. This is the most fun I've had in a long time; that gray mass of neurons between my ears has put down the donuts and gotten on the treadmill. Today, I actually put a period after the last sentence of the last paragraph in the last chapter of my first manuscript. There is still a lot of rewrite to do, but I believe this to be my first major milestone on my twisted trail to tell the tail. Prosit!