On Sunday I read what I'd written of my novel so far. I was surprised. I found that it was much better than I thought. Yesterday I went back to writing.
It was very hard. I wrote about two pages. Today it was harder. What does that mean tomorrow will be like?
My editor said about my cover art that they were definitely shortening the skirt hem on the woman. I'll take it. Any other complaints I had I'll have to live with. He didn't say that, I'm saying that. I've learned to compromise. You pick your battles. You grow up. Damn.