At my critique group this week, one of the members handed out the final pages of her novel for our opinion.

This is worthy of a hooray. She wrote the beginning, the middle, and the end of a book. Praiseworthy–and actually sort of unique. I mean, how many people dream of writing a novel? How many actually do it, all the way?

Now, she isn’t done working on it. She’s fiddling, tweaking, revising here and there. Still, she has a completed draft, and a darn good one. We took the time to pause and congratulate her for her accomplishment. After all, most authors these days receive precious little acknowledgment.

It’s all about the glory, right?