When I hit the "Send" button last night to sub one of my Victorians to my editor at Samhain, I was feeling pretty good. Turned off the computer and went to bed. I actually got a good night's sleep.
This morning is a different story. I woke up with all kinds of possible changes to that story floating around in my head - things I could have done to make it better, scenes I could have written differently, even scenes I could have added or deleted that might have made my baby better. I have a million excuses about why it wasn't ready. So, now that I can't take it back and coddle it some more, my stomach is in knots. Eating today might be difficult.
Hmmm. Maybe sending your baby out into the cold, cruel world is a great way to crash diet. It might just be for me.