It's time to tell the truth again.
Here's goes: I'm my own worst judge. And coupled with that is the fact that I expect myself to be perfect.
Which, of course, is impossible.
I'm going through my manuscript again. Revising. Editing. Strengthening. Streamlining. Quickening. Bettering.
This is great and all. I can't say I'm particularly enjoying it because I've gone all George and am doing things I've never done before. But the need to "get it right" is strong.
Overpowering almost.
And even though I don't really need to line edit, I am. Every sentence I read, I think "Holy brown cows, girl! You sent this to an agent??" And then a vein of panic slices into my subconscious.
It's that whole worst judge thing. I keep repeating a few choice lines someone said to me and then I'm able to move past the paralyzing panic and keep revising.
How do you guys get over the whole perfection thing? Are you your own worst judge? Why do we do that to ourselves?
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