I am not staring at my Inbox. I am trying my best not to look at my recently finished novelette. No doubt I will find something I want to change, some paragraph that needs just a little something more. Too late for that, it's submitted.
Does one ever stop editing? I know I don't. That might
be part self defense and part fear of rejection but we all have that in
us. Wanting to put your best face on a piece of work is normal. Being a
perfectionist can be a double-edged sword - on the one hand you perfect your work but on the other, you never really finish. It did feel good to type The
End on something.
As of this posting, this will be my first submission, possibly my first
acceptance and quite possibly my first rejection. Whatever the outcome,
it has been an interesting experience. I want to document the occasion
just in case.
Admittedly it is not the piece I wanted to debut; it was the piece
however, that grabbed me by the throat and said, "Come on, it will be
fun - a quickie." It wasn't so quick but it's done. It's out there.
so the wait begins. Wish me luck! Whatever happens with it, I am not
anywhere near done telling my stories. Hell, the characters inside my
head won't allow it.