If I tell you how I'm feeling...

I'm in the middle of a big revision on my second Jack Palms novel, This Is Life.  I'm at a point where I can see the end of the revision and the trees all around me. Yet I have no idea if what I'm working on is junk or good. My instincts point toward junk, but that seems more about me than about the book. The one thing I know now is that my instincts and current confused feelings about what the book looks like as a whole (particularly in terms of quality) are not to be trusted.

That's the...