Ah, for joy, for joy. Afraid I did a bit of a skim-job, but that’s only one of two books I have to check proofs on this month, and I still have to finish the novel. How does life work out its timing . . . really? Still, all I have ahead of me today is unpacking the groceries and getting my 2400 words. Happiness is getting to do your pages, and today I will get to do mine.
Got the edits in