The novel I have been pulling my hair out over the last 3 years is finally complete and off for final editing. (yes with a real live editor!) I am a bundle of nerves about this in so many ways. I don’t think I’ve been this nervous about anything in quite some time that hasn’t involved childbirth or major surgery. I still have that voice in the back of my head that only wants to nitpick every little detail apart.
Truthfully for once in my life I just want a finished book in my hands. I’ve gotten so used to people just shaking their heads at me when I tell them I’m a writer, but I have no book out there to ‘prove’ it. I’ll truthfully be happy if one person I don’t know buys the novel and actually likes it. I don’t care about making money, or even being on any bestseller list. It has been a dream of mine for many years, just to hold a finished book in my hands and be able to say I wrote it.
I am so close to the finish line here. I just need to keep going…
All first drafts suck!
Editing is for December!
