Uhm…Finished?

A warning–pardon my language for a moment.  Holy fucking hell.  I think I’ve finished my rough draft.  Yeah, I say think.  Mainly because if I were to put my pen to paper, I could easily keep going.  But that, I believe, would bleed into the next thought for a story, and I would like to try to keep the first novel as stand alone as it can be simply so that it’s a fully told story in itself.  Sorta like Star Wars is a story all by itself.  I’m also not exactly sure that this isn’t simply being loopy from staying up later than I normally tend to, anymore, and lots of caffeine.  I’m thinking not, but these things always affect me differently.  I’m going to be cautiously optimistic and say the draft is done.  Now I have to decide how to proceed from here.  Sleep might be good for that.