Yesterday was a great writing day. I worked on the book, nonstop, for three hours, editing, editing, editing. Then, I went on the worst first date of my life, which gave me yet another chapter for my book. And I thought beautiful thoughts, cried beautiful tears, all essentials for this new profession of mine.

I finished the agent's book, and now I'm reading a book by one of the published authors at the writer's conference from last weekend. I'm a better writer than either of them, I think. It gives me confidence to read the works of others because I know, I KNOW I have the talent and the discipline to make this happen.