I feel different.

My edit letter has arrived—it’s so good.

It’s the end of the week and I still have a job.

I have a big stack of YA novels waiting for me on the reserve shelf at the library.

And I’m going to start revising this weekend. I love revising—especially when you’re in sync with the person asking for the revisions, and I am so in sync right now, in sync.

I’m less insecure than I was this morning—plus, there’s quiche in the oven and E is looking especially cute today.

Oh, mood swings. Maybe I should be banned from blogging when I’m having one?