Oh book gods, be kind to me.
Let the emotional worth of my characters shine on the page and intrigue my readers.
Let my plot spritely flow and my twists entice.
Let my inner editor supervise but not over take my creative muse.
Let me remember that revision is not only work, but is also pleasure.
Guide my words to be exact and precise.
Give me the confidence to craft a book that satisfies the standards of self, agent, and editor.
And deliver me from times when I am sure the book is worthless.
Help me to continue to improve my abilities and to be restless enough about my writing to strive for improvement.
For publishing is fate, but it is more hard work and practice and inspiration and preparedness.
(revisions of draft 3 begin today. See you later.)