Occasionally, I get blown away by the mountain of work between me and my next achievement. I’m not talking about days or weeks, I’m talking about months and years. My impatient self would rather accomplish it all today. (Boy, would I love that!) But that’s not happening. As always, reality wins and I settle for a tiny victory. How tiny? I can edit a chapter or two. It’s not 70,000 words, or another mystery in my series. It’s just a chapter or two edited for the 10th time. It’s a little success and I’ll make it work.