final galleys on book
proofing all week.
i could drink the hell out of a pot of coffee.
best,
wm
“How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone.” — Coco Chanel
updated at 3:45 p.m. on Wednesday to say, DONE with first 142 pages of edit; 229 pages more to go. Why did I write such a cussin’ long book, anyway? It started as a short story. Also, I could use some encouragement at this point, FYI.