I’ve been editing for about 4 days now, and so far it’s been going fine. There have been corrections made to fit in with the story, but more importantly it’s been giving me a fresh look at how the story really plays out, rather then seeing it in tunnel vision.
I’ve got to be honest, I’m terrified.
Today has been the only day where I literally got to working on the book, and thought to myself it’s not going to be good enough. It had been all going well until those thoughts hit me, I’m afraid. I’m afraid no one will like it and my efforts will be for nothing, I’m afraid the story will come across terribly and people will miss the point, I’m afraid I won’t be happy with it in the end.
This could just be my anxiety talking, previously I argued about adding some scenes in the first act to make the characters personality pop out more, and for some reason from then on everything just crashed.
Self-doubts, anxiety, and conflict with myself.
Perhaps this will all blow over, perhaps I just need to take a walk or exercise or go somewhere.
In fact I think I might do that now.