I just finished 82k in rewrite--and I do mean rewrite. I feel a little like this drawing I found on the beach. Is it a flipper-person, a forensic drawing? I'm not sure if it's embracing the world or collapsing. But I love it, just like I love discovering anything someone has created for the joy of it. I may be exhausted, but I'm still ready to happy dance.
I am ecstatic to have written "The End" even though I know I'll need to let it rest and read it for continuity, gaping sinkholes, etc. But I have the perfect excuse for letting it rest since I'll be at the SCBWI conference for the next four days. Can't wait to soak it all up, to listen to people talk about storytelling and how to make it better and better.