I wouldn’t have wished it on my worst enemy but I went and sent my draft manuscript to my bestest friend in the whole wide world of wonder and now I’m in a state of petrified terror. I know it was crap. I hadn’t finished it, dammit. I had no right sending out a draft … and to HIM. Shit, it has major mistakes and so many holes in it – some of which I fixed AFTER I’d emailed it to him. Oh geez, I can’t sleep now. Why do I do this to myself? Never mind that, why did I do it to my pal? He must hate me so much. I bet he wishes he never heard of me. Sorry, dude. Oh god I’m on tenterhooks so bad, can’t sleep (did I say that already). Crap, hell and bugger it.