Sometimes you have these moments when you’re well in it. You’re carving your sentences into these perfect shapes, you hit a new word, and BAM, all is exposed. Your character is sitting across the table from you—she loves where you’re taking her. She even winks. You read over what you have so far and your heart goes pitter-patter, which is that hopefulness that’s so rare you forget you even have it, and you find yourself thinking: I like this. I actually LIKE this.

Some days revision is gold.

This is not a fast-food commercial. Today is just a happy day to be a writer and I don’t want to forget it. You know, in case I self-destruct again tomorrow.