Proofing Sky Waves ...
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Holy fuck, I can't publish this.
Got to now, girl.
Incompent, meandering, meaningless --
No, not meaningless. Plan at work.
A mess! I have fucked it up, totally fucked it up, and everyone's waiting on me to deliver the corrected proofs --
Fucked it up? Probably. Definition of novel: a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.
What are people going to think?
Got no control over that, girl.
I'm a fraud. Total fucking fraud. I read from it last night, and I lost every scrap of confidence I had in this book.
You felt the same way about Double-blind.
This is worse. Way worse. Questions this time of history, autobiography, blurry lines of fiction --
You're tired. Go lie down.
I can't do this.
Already did. "Kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight" and all the rest of it. Just go lie down. Can't stifle a story about the importance of communication now, can you?
I'm scared.
Might keep you honest.
Really scared.
Good.
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