Thursday, October 18, 2012
Inevitably, it was time. I stood at my desk (sitting would not do) and read. I had a new red pen, ready to attack my own words, certain that they'd need attacking.
I had reached page 100 or so when an email came in from the only person who has read this book, besides my agent and my friends at Gotham. I stopped. Clicked the note open. Read.
No one really knows how meaningful the first words of encouragement can be, or how much peace they give a writer.
Thank you, John.