I sent my first 5.7 tonight. Although there were two instances of dogging on the rope and shaking my arms, trying to restore feeling to my fingers, and my right elbow is still having words with me about it, each time the problem was never actually not knowing what to do next: it was, each time, not being strong enough to do it.
This may not sound like a major advance, but trust me, it is.
And we will just pretend that all the whimpering and crying were on purpose.
And I came home to a preliminary sketch for the All the Windwracked Stars cover art. It's gorgeous..I can't wait until I can show you a final version.
