I finished the manuscript. I thought it was good. I sent the file to a lot of people. They thought it was good. I had the other half of my co-dependent editing relationship pick through it. He thought it was good, and gave me suggestions on how to make it better. Nephew #1 read through it and found typos for me to fix. I read through the whole manuscript, making some of the changes and corrections that seemed like good ideas or were necessary. I've written a query letter that needs just a tiny bit more polish before its done. I have the first agency I'm going to try picked out. And yet I just printed out a copy of the manuscript so I can read the whole thing AGAIN, this time with a different spacing so it will look different enough for me to hopefully not be lulled into hurrying through. Because even after all of these filters I've put it through, I'm still not ready to send it. I want to know it's as perfect as it has to be for now. It will never be perfect; any time I look at something I've written I can always find different ways to phrase things that always seems better than what I had before.
If I can turn this loose by the end of the weekend, I'll be happy. And slightly nervous.
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