I’ve gone through my work so many times I’m wondering if I’ve edited the very life out of it, then I wonder if I found all the issues. I’m living on a razor’s edge and its driving me crazy.
I’m not Shakespeare or Hemingway. We all know it. I’m just me and will that be good enough to entertain the few that will take a chance on my work. Will I let them down? Will they turn their backs on anythings else I produce?
I was brave once. All excited about signing the contract. I don’t understand what’s happened. Where is this coming from? I’m almost done. It’s almost time.
No pressure. Right!
I know this group is full of writers in different stages of their careers. Please, somebody give me a mantra to chant to force my doubts away for a little longer.