This is embarrassing to admit, but I’ve discovered that the quality of my novel varies in direct proportion to how much caffeine and trashy rock I’m listening to when I read it. I just went through the last third of the book with coffee and Nickelback… and it ROCKED! (insert headbanging here; spilled coffee cup).
Tomorrow, I’ll realize how much it sucks again. But now I know the magic secret to making it better.