Important message for today, my writing friends: W*yson was just over for supper, and we were discussing his on-going struggle with the new manuscript. He has been slaving, going backward and forward and ripping it apart and starting again, for well over a year. “God, it doesn’t sound like much fun,” I said.
Oh my; on this gloomy Sunday, my heart is light. I woke to a friend’s email congratulating me on the