Three days ago I was totally empty. I finished the first version of my new book Motormoeder after four weeks of non-stop writing.
It’s hard to describe what I felt when I was printing these 220 pages.
The last days in this paradise I read it for the first time and made a lot of corrections. Five minutes ago I send it to my publisher and editor. The empty vacuum of waiting for feedback has started. I have no idea if what I did is good or bad. I have to wait.