When it comes to loving my work, I could take a few lessons from Sweetpea, my 3-year-old daughter.

Sweetpea loves to draw. Crayons, markers, sparkle pens, colored pencils, even a plain black pen from my bag — they’re good for hours of entertainment. And what she draws is wonderful. Her flowers and frogs and families are charming, and her curly-tailed pigs practically oink right off the page.

“Which one is your favorite?” I ask her at the end of one drawing session.

She spreads out half a dozen drawings — some recognizable to me, others not — and studies them.

“I love them ALL,” she says, her face aglow with happiness.

I wish I could say the same about my own work, but as I revise this novel, my critical eye is in the ascendant. And that’s necessary, even good — at least to a point. But on days when my blasted internal editor starts stomping over everything, I think about Sweetpea, and her delight in ALL her work. And I remind myself that while it’s important to see ways of making this novel better, it’s also important to take pride and pleasure in what I’ve done so far.

Do you find it hard to love your own work, or does that come easily to you? What aspects of your own WIP make you happy? Whatever you’re proud of — a character you love, an enticing prologue, a wonderful bit of dialogue, a devilish plot twist — I’d love to hear about it!