So, Sunday night I was talking to my sister Rebecca about Newy. Somehow, on impulse I told her I would send her what I have, which is about 100 pages, 19,300k.
Well, tonight she called me and said that she read it in one sitting and loved it. In fact, she gave it very high praise. *sigh* Becca is a dear, sweet sister.
Now, I know I should take her words with a heavy grain of salt. She is family, after all, and families are notorious for lavishing praise on a story because they love the person who wrote it. I don't discredit my sister's sincerity, but I do think her enthusiasm is enhanced by her sisterly affection to me.
And yet . . . I must admit that I did a giddy dance when I got off the phone. I think I will allow myself to be pumped by her assessment.