In fact, I'm really delighted with most of it. Yes, I'm too close to the work to be objective, but it's still a nice feeling when you're on the swell of the [I'm a talentless hack/I'm better than buttered toast, I am] wave.
One of the weirder things about writing this novel is that I've spent most of the process thinking I'm almost done. Literally, I've spent two years thinking I'd be finished in a month, maybe two.
Holy molybdenum, I'm glad I didn't have any real clue. I would have given up in despair.
But now? I really am almost done. For sure. Liek woah. A month, maybe two. Just don't lay any bets on it.
How common is this