Final read-through before handing in The Manuscript.
Then, a final read-through from my agent. Maybe she'll find more little tweaks that need to be done. If she does, I will tweak.
If not, then we're officially ready to go.
Everything's in place.
And just a wee bit terrified.
It's so hard at times to not allow the past to define our present, yes?
I'm not going to ask you to stand behind me, because I know you're already there.
I'm not going to ask you to cheer, because your cheering has never ceased.
Thanks for being a safety net. A peanut gallery. A tribe.
That is all. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got 18 chapters to go.
(If you've got a spare hug, though, I could probably use it.)