Well, I have advanced a bit further in the ABNA. At this point, the anxiety has reached epic levels. Each cut I make, while wonderful in and of itself, ultimately seems to cause an increase in extreme neurotic behavior.
Since discovering that I am now one of two hundred and fifty, I have
been obsessively re-reading the manuscript, frantically checking
createspace and amazon to see if any new reviews have been posted, and
generally making myself insane. Ultimately, while I am thrilled to
have made it this far, I am terrified the next cut will leave me crying
into my bowl of cheerios, woefully bereft of breakthrough worthiness.
Is it April 27th yet?