🥃 ​🥃 ​🥃 16 November 2017 I'm eyeballs-deep in book edits right now, which leaves me with not much energy or patience for anything else. I like being edited; I'm always thankful for a perspective that helps me see things I'd never otherwise see and, more than that, just that someone would care enough to help prevent me from publicly screwing up big-time. But this is an entirely new process. The book—the most substantial, personal thing I've ever done—is being edited by someone I've never actually met in person and we're conversing mainly through Track Changes. Everyday I find myself (silently, in my own brain, mind you) going back and forth (andbackandforthandbackandforth) between trusting my gut and pushing my ego aside to make room for someone else—someone I know I need and whose perspective I value despite having no concrete reasons to trust her. It's exhausting; I'm grateful for the opportunity.