Done



It's a feeling that's difficult to describe.  On the one hand, sheer excitement.  So much excitement, in fact, that I started to cry.  It was a bubbling something in my chest that bade me tell someone or I would explode.
Naturally, I called my mom first.  In tears, but of the good kind.
"Unlooked For" is finished.
I have written a book.

Final count: 51,421 words.

Of course, that's only the first draft.  But it's finished, and I made count, and now I get to start my favorite part of the writing process (and something I'm told most writers actually abhor) the editing.