And up until now all you’ve felt for your WIP is loathing and hatred and smoke-filled rage, days of tears and blood and nights of sweet relief from the horror of your computer, and you were beginning to think this book would be nothing but a reflection of your inner struggle and readers would feel your revulsion seeping out of every word but finally, now, this morning, you felt the glorious whisper of satisfaction brush across your cheek and you awoke to the startling yet comfortable-as-if-it-had-been-there-all-along epiphany that you are madly in love with this book, yes, and it is madly in love with you.