I find myself in a very strange place. Not physically, but emotionally. It's not somewhere I ever expected to visit, and not a place that I've even skirted around the edges of.
Where am I? I'm extremely close to sending off a batch of submissions to some agencies, and I'm having doubts about whether my MS is good enough.
I'm aware that a lot of people have been here before me, but it's a bit of a shock finding myself here. About 18 months ago, before I learnt all of the stuff that would help make my book into a potentially publishable piece of work, I just thought that it was a numbers game. That it would resonate with someone, and we'd move forwards from there. At the time, I'd avoided the 'how to' books, as I was under the misapprehension that they were a 'painting by numbers' approach. When I think back to then, I'm surprised at just how naive I was, and how embarrassing it is to think that I didn't need any help.
Sorry, I seem to have wandered off track a bit. Where was I? Oh yes. Submissions.
Like I said, over confidence in believing that I could write ran rife through my head back then, but now... now I can't help thinking that maybe I could give it one more going through. Buff and polish it one more time, just in case. And then I find myself wondering; When will I know that it's finished and ready to send?