Something was always off; a word here, a phrase there … it simply seemed there was always something not quite right. My last attempt was yester. I spent the majority of the day doing things I had to do to maintain a steady paycheck, in between those chores; I would read the blurb, scratch my head and rearrange it. With the helpful advice from a good friend, I am ready to let it go. It is as good as I could manage; it has everything I wanted to convey about the book without giving away details.
Am I happy? Well, I don’t hate it. In my book, that is a step in the right direction.