Last week, on Tuesday I think, I crawled into bed next to my guy as he pulled out the large stack of paper that is my manuscript and began reading.
“I’m cool,” I thought. “I can handle this.” I will not read over his shoulder. I will not obsess over what part he’s reading, and how he seems to be responding. I will not.
Except that I did. I was way too distracted to continue read The Marriage Plot, and so I curled up, convinced that I could sleep.