Melissa Grant Writes

I think it’s mostly ready to go.

I feel like it’s VERY strong.

I didn’t have a ton of feedback for you…

Wut?

She said it…

I swear.

I looked at the last round of edits (after doing stoopid work work)

And I finished.

Again…

Wut?

She said that, and my brain immediately opened up all the tabs it had been suppressing in the six months since my father-in-law died.

And freaked the fuck out.

I mean, it really wanted to find another crisis to focus on. It’s rainy and windy, so on the way home from the grocery store, it worried about crashing. Then it started telling me that I need to email the book to everyone everywhere RIGHT NOW, because what if I lost it? Oh boy, is the dog acting funny? Am I doing enough for my community reporting the news? Do I need to go find the latest court docs for that murder everyone is talking about?

Melissa.

Calm down.

This is GOOD news. Pour a glass of Prosecco and enjoy it.

But do I need an image of Cloudia?

And her dog?

I do, don’t I?

What if someone asks me to talk?

Horrors.

Oh god.

I have to query agents.

Is that a funny looking mole?

Dear Gawd.

Stop.

*Sips Prosecco