Daily Archives: January 15, 2003


I have butterflies in my tummy. Ceri is going to read my novel today.

And yet, at the same time, I’m all excited. This afternoon, I get to read Ceri’s novel.

Ceri and I have been passing writing back and forth for seven months now, and we’ve been doing a decent job of keeping each other on track. (By the way, Ceri, since you’re getting 224 pages of young adult novel this afternoon, I’m going to hold back the 23 pages of the December chapter of the Great Canadian Novel that I wrote over the holidays for another time. Too much of a good thing, and all that, you know.)

Now, my husband has read this novel, and he enjoyed it, which was a tremendous reassurance; but Ceri’s a writer, as I am, so she’ll be simultaneously reading it for the story and with an eye to the technique, as well. Which is what I want, of course.

My butterflies don’t know whether to panic or jump up and down. While they work it out, I’m going to have a cup of tea and set to printing this ungainly child of my imagination.