In 6 days I submit the most vulnerable work of writing I’ve ever pushed “send” on to my wonderful editor at Baker.

I might take up cigarettes (jk! kinda).

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m scared.

I feel like I’m about to cliff dive.

I am sober with the words, “Not many should be teachers.” And, “on that day people will have to give account for every careless word.”

Let there be not a single careless word, Lord.

And if some sneak in, let them be dust under the reader’s feet.