This is where uncertainty creeps in.
I’m done. I can’t make it any better than it is… at least not in the next few hours… So I just sit and stare at my screen.
I made the mistake of beta-reading my writing buddy’s submission, and her final version knocked my socks off. It also made me sick to my stomach.
Yeah. You guessed it. Mine suddenly stinks.
What was I thinking? I’m a Science Fiction Writer! I explode things. It’s what I do. What the heck was I thinking with this Dystopian Romance?
But are they just being nice? Were those just required “cheerleader” Whoots? And one of them didn’t like it at all!
But the other submission is so much better than mine.
But what if all the others are that good?
I’m afraid.
Sweat pours down my temples as my finger hovers over the submit button.
Maybe if I rewrite the climax one more time? Maybe I should read it once more for syntax errors?
I took a deep breath…
And I pressed the stinking button.
Relief swept over me. Tension left my muscles.
Now for the worst part…Waiting.
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