In Monday’s paper, I wrote about Newman University’s Godzilla fest, a literary festival that seeks to answer “what are the monsters in your life and how do you over come them?”
My monster right now, is my book. Monster in a good way. Saturday my critique group came over to workshop the yet-to-be-named book. For eight hours we talked about what worked, what didn’t and what is yet to be done. After that, I was so exhausted, I’m still yawning.
My obstacle now is incorporating their suggestions into 262 pages of book in one week.
What a monster!
Dear Reader 