All Hail Me
I just reread my previous post and noted how subdued and rational and analytical it sounded. I gave you an evaluation of my first draft that might as well have been a product review of a new brand of paper towels.What I really wanted to say, my first reaction upon finishing the reread, was:
Wow...I did this...I rock!
But I didn't want to come off as immodest. "Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled, and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted," right? (Is it possible to be a modern artist and even pretend to have heard some of Jesus' best lines? How to maintain the titanium ego and still practice humility? That's for another discussion.)
Y'know what? For one day, screw modesty. For one day, before I get down to the nitty-gritty of revising, I can bask in the simple fact that I wrote a great story, that I tackled my biggest challenge (writing an entire novel without profanity) and created something big and beautiful. Something big and beautiful that will see publication in a mere 400-something days.
Today I really am that goddess.
