I was psyched. I’d been working on this idea for months. I even had three chapters done, and then I scrapped it and revamped the idea. And tonight, at 1:07 a.m., I finally emailed my outline to my crit partner. (She and I edit each other’s work, share ideas, etc.) So when I finally sent her the synopsis, I felt like this:

I’m letting the gifs dance for me, since I actually look like this:

 Words are wonderful, but they’re freakin’ exhausting.