So who here has trouble finishing what they start? Show of hands. Okay, maybe it's just me then.
I can't tell you all of the ideas I've penned only to abandon them a few months later. I had so many beginnings of novels that I could make a book out of all my false starts.
But I'm happy to say that after years of half attempts at a real literary contribution, I've finally finished something. My book of essays is complete... or at least complete enough to call it a first draft.
Surprisingly enough, it's not about food. I do more than eat, you know. And that's for another book any way. This is my more cerebral side. Streams of consciousness. Spiritual, even.
Of course now begins the editing-beyond-recognition phase, but point is, I finished something.
And my roommate made apple pie. It may be after midnight, but I'm gonna call this day a win.