What a wonderful feeling. Or it should be. I should be rejoicing that I can have my life back, and any normal, sane person would. Yet I have that nagging feeling that one sentence, after several revisions, still isn’t right. It’s an important sentence, one that bothered me all the way through. My editor says I’ll have another chance once the manuscript is in galley form.
So instead of celebrating, I’m merely letting go – for now.