It’s Sunday. But I thought it was Saturday at least 3 times while writing this, so I’m recouping from some weekend delirium over here, apparently.
I spent most of the day (attempting to) edit my final book draft my editor provided to me last week. Naturally, as as one does with arts and crafts (primarily) they spend a disproportionate amount of their time on, I think I can’t believe I’m sharing this with the world.
I laugh a bit.
I’ll tune my reply to my editor to elicit just the praise I’m looking for to soothe my angst.
It feels a bit loco to be finally at this stage in the publication process, about to share so much. Kind of like running up to the tallest diving board right away (not my strong suit). Maybe that’s how people work up to skydiving. A few gradually sillier greater leaps.
Or, maybe they just have absolutely no fear of heights.