My book, Breaking the Code-A Daughter's Journey, has been finished for a few months now. However, when an agent requested it, I found that "finished" is relative. Suddenly I found that I needed to "really" look the manuscript over...so I did! I read...edited...reread...re-edited...and on and on. Then I had my dad read it to be sure that the WWII parts were accurate. Then I had a true "grammarian" critique it. And then I read it again. Problem is--whenever I read it, I find mistakes. They're small things like a comma, but still!
So it finally occured to me that perhaps I'm just procrastinating. Or maybe I'm afraid? Of what? I don't know. Failure? Success? I just don't have a clue. I think I need a psychiatrist. I need a good hard couch from which I can examine my innermost writerly thoughts. But alas, my health insurance won't cover it, so I must figure out what to do all by myself?
Just get it in the mail? Yeah. I have a feeling that's what I should be do.
New mantra: "Just drop it in the mailbox...just drop it in the mailbox...ohmmmmmmmmm..." (repeat as necessary)