The horror of someone else reading your baby

My wife is reading the first chapter of my second draft right now. This is the first time, EVER, I’ve exposed my work to someone else. Well, not entirely true. I’ve workshopped a bit, but that is other folks in the same boat I’m in. It’s not the same.

Exposed is feeling like a very accurate verb right now.

She’s upstairs reading it, and thinking “this is what he’s been working on for three months? Three whole months? I hope he at least downloaded some excellent porn.”

If that is what she’s thinking it will be soul-shattering. But necessary. And yes, the porn was excellent.

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