What do I even say, as you all know, I don't like to talk much, but since it is such a special occasion, I cannot stay silent.
This novel, which I've been writing for at least two years, I did not feel was a burden; I enjoyed the process thoroughly, apart from the ending parts, though, that was a pain in the ass.
I would say I surprised myself by sticking to something for so long, and that too, doing it day in and day out, almost for 600+ days. But I wouldn't say I was a genius or anything, I am simply too enthusiastic about this form of entertainment.
Why is my mind blank, and I have no words to say, damn it?
