I don’t have time for much this morning, and I don’t have the wrist strength to type much (something about tying, twisting, and otherwise manipulating something between 600-700 balloons yesterday).
I haven’t yet looked at the ms I got back yesterday morning from my editor. But I was thinking how grateful I am to have someone who can look at my work, that I trust to give it a subjective assessment, and who will help me become a better writer. It’s an amazing thing to find.
I am being assured by the editor that Trickster Noir is a good story. We may not need or want gatekeepers, as authors, but it helps to have that subjectivity. It’s not just cute because it’s my baby, it’s actually cute.
So. I’m off to class and tutoring. Math and chemistry, yay. My hands, ow…
