Yesterday I finished the first draft of a new novel, and I want to celebrate. I started my first book when I was 16 years old and then didn’t write my second until I was in my late 20s. I had tried to get my first book published and fail for many years. The second book that I wrote still sits on my computer today as a first draft. It’s a sequel to Dorothea’s Song, and I don’t know if it will ever see the light of day.