My inner editor is Harrison Ford. Usually he takes the form of Indiana Jones. Afterall, you need someone rough and tough (and hopefully with a whip or machete if necessary) to whack their way through the first draft.
However, Harrison/Han Solo paid me a visit just the other day. There I was, feeling oh-so-cocky about finishing my book in an almost 9,000 word marathon push to the end. I remember thinking to myself, "Self, you should back up your document when you get home from work. You forgot to do it yesterday."
But when I openned the computer to do just that.........
I can't even type the words.
my hard drive crashed.
"Don't get cocky, kid."
Yeah, Han, I hear you.
We are working to fix it.....think good thoughts for me.