I’m in that place with the manuscript where I’m vascillating between “This is awesome!” and “This is utter tripe!”
I am well aware that this is just part of the process, but dag, man. I wish I could put my artistic insecurity in box till I’m done with the book, you know?
In other news: The first draft is due Thursday (eeek!). Then I meet with my advisor to go over edit suggestions on Saturday. Then I have till May 17th for edits & re-writes. So. Wheeeeeee?
If I wasn’t such a fucking perfectionist, this would be a lot easier. Old habits die hard, I guess.