A Favor, and then some

 

Late Sunday night, I sent off my latest WIP to my agent. Hitting the send button, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. My last read-through, was excruciating. I could have replaced every single word. The whole thing sounded like a load of crap, wet and stinking to high heaven. I was so worried, I called both sisters. Told them I needed a favor of all favors, A drop-everything-including-the-child-you’re-holding favor. That I needed them to reread my book immediately. The idea didn’t go over too well. One was in the middle of buying a new house, while the other was opening a new store. But after much middle-sister whining, I finally settled for a run-through of the opening.

And thank God, they loved it. I made sure. We went though every sentence—every word—just  to be sure it struck all the right notes. Sisters are great for that sort of analysis. They don’t hold back. If something even whiffs of rubbish, they say so. They come straight out with it. Every writer should have at least one.
To thank them, I'm giving them aprons resewn from bits and pieces of a Moda shopping bag and apron we received on our Spring Quilt Market weekend. I didn’t go over the top with gratitude. I know they’ll be calling for a payback favor soon.

The bag and apron before...

 

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and after...