I have a question to ask you...

This is what I was greeted with moments before bed tonight... My father stated this to me minutes ago. "Okay," I replied quietly, hesitant to hear his words. "My friend from Colombia would like to read your book." He said and then continued slowly, "her son is a publisher in Colombia." As though this were supposed to entice me into allowing this woman who is a stranger to me, but knows my father better than I ever will into my inner most thoughts. 

"I'll have to let you know," I replied. "It was more of a statement than a question..." I trailed off in the smart-assed tone that I've perfected. 

  I want to let her read it because ultimately the goal of any novel is publication, but I'm also terrified that I may not measure up. In my own mind, I just want her to read it and tell my father that it's worth reading... Silly, I know. I want it to be good. I want to be published. So I guess we'll finish up editing and send it via the beautiful world wide web. Goodnight.