I smooth out my jeans and tie my hair up in a high ponytail to get it out of my face. I've been summoned to the editor's office, but I'm wearing my "thinking clothes" and I look a mess. I tap on Phil's door frame hesitantly. "You wanted to see me, boss?" He gestures for me to come in, so I sit in the chair by his desk while he types furiously. Hopefully those aren't comments on my latest draft. He has high standards, and I want to improve my writing, but it's still hard to get a file back ...