Staring at the angry, snorting bull of editing and the horns of the second draft right in the face, I feel a cold sweat pooling on my forehead as I contemplate grabbing those horns and wrestling a good manuscript into submission.
Staring at the angry, snorting bull of editing and the horns of the second draft right in the face, I feel a cold sweat pooling on my forehead as I contemplate grabbing those horns and wrestling a good manuscript into submission.