"Becka? There's a place here where you need to be a little more clear." My husband sat on the couch, my freshly drafted manuscript beside him.
"Get a sticky note." I got up to come and see what the problem was. Grateful as I am for my husband's often insightful suggestions on my writing, it always irritates my perfectionist side that there are ever any suggestions to make.
"I'm just really confused by the way you start this next chapter."
I read over his shoulder, trying to figure out what the problem was and how many hours it would take me to fix it. "That's not the next chapter. Where's chapter fourteen? You're missing about eleven pages right here."
We both burst out laughing.
"I must have forgot to print that chapter out." I certainly hadn't forgotten to write chapter 14.
"Yes, you really needed to be more clear here."