Okay, I will be the first to admit that I can be nuts. But it’s so nice to have Bob beside me being absolutely batshit insane about some things. It makes me feel so . . . normal. He’s obsessing about reviews now. What reviews? The ones for the book that’s out in ten days. Why is he obsessing about them? Because there aren’t any. Why aren’t there any? Because the book isn’t out for ten days yet.
And then this happened (and thank you, Jean, whoever you are, we love you):
I’m telling you, get yourself a paranoid writing partner. They make you look GOOD.
What made you look and feel good this week?