Last night I was working on my novel. I was re-reading it and revising it as I went. My revisions were few; I really like it, and I was pleased with the fact that, having set it aside for a while, I like it as much as or more than my last round of edits. I need to get back on the hunt for an agent; I'm very pleased with it and ready to market it.
Today, I opened the fortune cookie that came with my lunch and read: "You will become an accomplished writer." Good little omen!