We didn’t get snow cones. Before I could even rally the troops to seek out snow cones, my husband came home with a box of chocolates and insisted we go out to dinner to celebrate the finished draft. So we did that.
I’m still anxious, but today I continued the work of reading the draft out loud to myself and am feeling grounded by having something to do. I’m about a quarter of the way through and have already found a bunch of little things I want to fix, but editing is always easier when you have a box of chocolates at your elbow.
Onward.
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