Last week, I finished a draft of the novel I've been working on for over a year.Wait, let that statement sink in for a moment. Finished. Like, with a beginning, middle, and end. And, more importantly, I did not want to immediately shove it to the bottom of my sock drawer in embarrassment. This is a big deal, people.
Therefore, I am allowing myself a few days' worth of well-deserved, congratulatory back-patting/alcohol drinking. Nathan and I have had a bottle of ruby port wine in our pantry for the past couple months, which we have for the simple reason that we thought we were super-cool buying it. (I should have called this blog 1,001 Ways to be a Big Dork but I would have exceeded that number in a matter of weeks. Really, we bought it because it tasted good when we had some at The Corkscrew, my new favorite place on Earth.)
Because we're not a wealthy British family on hunting holiday at our country estate, no occasion seemed right for drinking port...until that fateful Tuesday morn when I typed the 55,720th word on my rambling, messy, probably-never-going-to-be-read-by-anyone-not-related-to-me work in progress and scrambled to find some way to mark the occasion.
Open the port wine! my heart cried. So we did, and it was delicious. The dark chocolate accompaniment came by recommendation of an employee at The Corkscrew who, let me just say, really knows what she's talking about.
Next up: revision. That is, now I have to turn this convoluted draft into something that people might actually want to read. Yeah, I'll let you know how that goes.
P.S. I'd like to take credit for that beautiful picture of port wine, but it came from Wikimedia Commons and was taken by Jon Sullivan.
