Just made it across the finishing line. The last few thousand were the hardest, I must say. Some kind of fear of finishing seems to kick in, manifesting in the desire to clear out all the cupboards and wash the roof. But I managed to resist the urge and get my bum to stay in the seat to put those last few pages down.
Must say I thought I'd feel a lot happier but I'm truly just exhausted. It'll sink in eventually I suppose.
Meantime here's a Happy Dance to celebrate: