Me: The tomcat brought me a mouse the other day and followed me around the house with it, mewing and dropping it at my feet, then looking at me expectantly. It was a fat one too–I felt bad throwing it out Editor: You made appropriate thank-you-good-kitty noises and pretended to eat it, right? Me:...
Did you ever have one of those weeks? The kind where you’re just waiting for Friday, starting Tuesday? That was my week. I’m in the ‘less than seven days to release’ slump, where I question every word I wrote, every sentence I tweaked or reorganized, every choice I made as the plot unfolded. It...