Done, dusted, over, finished, complete, through, kaput... the end!
I will not edit this book any longer! I have eye-strain, a headache and a very sore neck. I have totally lost confidence in every word I have written. I am worried that no one will like a single word of it. I have spent days and days going over and over and over 'Finding My Way' and I cannot take any more!
Mistakes or not, I am going to publish this damn thing I have spent the better part of ten months writing. And I am going to try to remember - it doesn't matter if nobody buys it, it doesn't matter if they do and they hate it. At the end of the day I DID IT! I WROTE A BOOK! And I am proud of that accomplishment. And as much as getting this rant out has helped my mood, I find comfort in the fact that nobody will probably ever read this either!
Now all I need is a new book cover, because I hate the one I made too...