Imposter syndrome time again

Well, just emailed another 10K+ of GHOST POINT off to the crit group for dissection. Which I fear, of course, being unsure of both art and craft of this nonsense called writing. And even _if_ they like it, I don't know if the Nice Editor Lady will buy it, or if the Nice Agent Lady will think it is good enough to even pass along to NEL. Because we are all fools together, each one more than the next.

Finished up the first draft of Chapter XXVIII yesterday, still building toward Armageddon and What Happens After. Which means, of course, that the section I sent out hasn't even passed through the fire of revision to reflect the things I've learned since drafting them. Ugh. Why do I do these things?

Probably take a bike ride this afternoon, up river to the next bridge and back down the other side, 26 miles unless the ice in the river has stretched the road over winter. We'll see if that big a bite ruins my legs, this early in the season. I can bail out at various points until I cross that bridge....

Road bike and sunscreen

Spring hath arrived. 70 F. Sunny. Bike shorts and tee shirt weather.

Took that ride, but didn't go across the river. About ten miles out, I decided that nice tail wind would be a royal bitch coming back. Plus, I'd just put in a couple of miles at rather more than my usual leisurely pace, showing off for a cute young thing who wanted to talk about bikes and the nice spring day. It's all Wife's fault -- if she went out biking with me, I wouldn't have to put up with such distractions.

21 miles, 1:32