For anyone reading this who may interact with me this week, please expect me to act like a nervous wreck.
Business girl me has given a deadline and it’s this coming weekend. I will spend this week finishing my read and send the manuscript in for a proof copy on Sunday.
The artist part of me could analyze the damn thing forever. My biggest fear is that it sux. I think it’s good. I like my writing, but viewing your own writing objectively is so difficult. I worry that people won’t see the great story that I do or they won’t feel the rythm in the words or sympathize with the characters.
But I am letting go. I am taking deep breaths and not crying. The book is what it will be. I have to move on.