Chapter 7The ice cream sundae ASMR turned out great. Everyone in the group congratulated Eli on it and urged him to upload it despite his insistence that he could tweak it just a little more here and there to make it better.
“Ask any published author and they’ll tell you they find something new they’d change every time they read their own work,” Viv said. “Or ask Alexi. They gripe about tiny details in their art they wish they’d fixed before they sent it out to their clients all the time.”
Alexi would rather not talk about that. Every forgotten bit of shading, every random line they hadn’t erased, and every uneven finger haunted their conscience whenever they sat down to draw. They tapped their feet a few times and leaned forward to prop their elbows on their knees. “Yeah, thus is the li
