The Lull

Well, folks, I'm down.

I just finished a third draft of my Hemingway book, it's off to the critiquers, and I feel lost, nervous, frantic, unsettled, unsure…you get the picture. Giving a ripe, young manuscript away is a bit like sending off your child to Kindergarten.  You've done as much as you can to prepare her, but it's out of your hands until she gets home.  (I'm being a little dramatic and breaking my rule of comparing writing to any process involving birthing or children, but it's that k...