I’ve really done it. Pushed the enter key and sent my little manuscript out into the ether for consideration by a real publishing house. I should feel elated or relieved at the very least but instead I just feel nervous.
What if in all my writing and re-writing and revising and Regina’s copy-edits and my corrections we missed some horrible great big mistake? What if I somehow sent the wrong file?
I just checked. I didn’t.
What if — gulp — she hates it?
What if she hates me?
Can someone please remind me again why I thought writing and submitting a book would be a good idea?