and the beat goes on...

Well, website was a hit and successfully knocked the socks off my warm-referral target, and is currently in the hands of a real live editor.

So why do I feel so deflated?

*ugh* It's panic.  Panic that my writing is truly CRAP and that a professional is going to see right through my amatuer debacle of BLAH.  That I wrote and shared too quickly. That I'm bad bad bad.

Somewhere in all of my readings I came across a suggestion: If you think you're a good writer, you're really not.

But oh man, when I read over my MS I'm pretty sure, I'm pretty sure that something is NOT WRITE RIGHT. 

But maybe, maybe there is at least enough there to warrant some coaching.  And I have got to stay away from successful author websites...the huge chasm between us is just too depressing.

Right now my game plan is to finish another read through and start something new. Something free from critical eyes until I 100% like it myself.  Yes, that sounds good.  At some point I'll manage to tackle the vibration in my limbs. OY!