The book has been read, critiqued, and edited by over half a dozen people. Consistently, they've liked it as well or better than The Soulkeepers. Still, I found it next to impossible to let go. I was tempted to keep my manuscript safe and warm on my desk where it couldn't be poked or analyzed by reviewers.
Well, I didn't REALLY want that. A book is written to be read. So, I helped my baby book onto the bus, hoping that these first experiences with the big bad world would help it to grow into the novel it was meant to be.
It's hard to move on. I loved writing Weaving Destiny. But other babies are waiting to be born.
Do you feel the same way about your writing? Do you obsess over making your manuscript perfect when you know it's time to move on?
