So then I take a few
But on bad days, I'm like,
Some days my husband finds me like,
And he's all,
Finishing the first draft feels like,
My inner voice is all,
I get drunk and hit send like,
And I picture my editor all,
Until I do some more reflecting...
And realize she could also be like,
I update Facebook all,
But then my self-deprecating sub-Tweets are like,
And then instead of torturing myself waiting for judgment,
In related news, I have a manuscript due at the end of the week. Pray for me.