I’ve been working on revising my novel for a long time. I mean a really, really long time. It has been painful, confusing and every once in a great while–exhilarating. Again it reminds me of running a race where, as my husband often says, you just have to “gut out” the last few miles. I wince every time he says it, but by golly, it really describes the feeling.
I’ve been gutting it, re-reading, re-writing and re-imagining parts of my manuscript to where I can honestly no longer see it. I feel utterly spent. I finally hit the send button but I’m still completely unsure if I hit the mark.
My question is: do you ever really know when you are finished? My manuscript is now in the hands of someone I greatly admire. It was a bit safer to just stay in the place of “I’m working on it.” Actually hitting send means that I believe in it enough to send my baby back out in to the world. But are you ever really ready?