Today is the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death, but I feel as if I’ve just given birth. About an hour ago, I sent my second draft into the world.
Well, I mean, to five people in the world, but still. That’s way different from just the one person who was reading it before. That was mostly for accountability, for keeping me on track, to make sure I got it done. This, tonight, is for feedback. I’m laying it all out on the line for five people whom I respect as both readers and writers. Judge me, Betas. Slice me up, pin back my skin, and examine my innards. I’m all yours.