honkytonk

I have reached a strange nirvana in this process.

The signs: copy/paste as quickly as you can. Get a response that isn't no and say, "Okay" in your mind, not jump/gape/tell the world. Make comments in the bold/italicized/fade to gray speadsheet. Ponder the philosophical: "Can any man truly know how YA another man is?" (The answer: "NOT YA ENOUGH.")

But I have to remind myself that, hey, I'm doing it. One: I completed a novel. Two: I've revised the heck out of it. Three: I'm putting it out into the universe. (Four: the universe may just accept it.)

Now, if I can just stop having heart palpitations with "Inbox (1)" appears...

(No, really, can I?)