After months of editing, the fifth draft of Project Summit is finally done. It’s a strange mix of relief and quiet melancholy. This round of edits carried me through one of the hardest chapters of my life, and somehow, the manuscript became a kind of companion.
Feels like I’ve just given birth to another baby—tender, raw, and real. Now comes the fun (and slightly maddening) part: finding the right name. The search is officially on.
This weekend, the dining area is the workplace.
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