Edits. Whoa. Moan. Groan. Everything I hate in life is wrapped up in edits.
I could manage this very trying time much better if a) I had a now-published manuscript to look at – you know, one that made it to the published stage including all the bad stuff or b) I had an iota of self-esteem and believed I knew what I am doing.
Instead, I am sitting here chewing my nails and wondering what on earth I think I am doing. Can you edit a book too much? Is taking something out going to make it weaker? Is putting something in going to make it stronger?
Sheesh. I need to quit worrying so much and just do it.
Yes, NIKE. Just do it.