Ever woken up with a pounding heart because your dream was, once again, that you put a baby to bed in a laundry basket instead of a crib and suddenly you couldn’t find the baby when you went to the crib because you forgot the baby was in the laundry basket and, awake, heart pounding, your only thought was: I’m going to revise the bleep out of my novel.

Yours in remembering to make a cup of coffee before revising the bleep out of anything,

PB.