You’ve gone over your write-up several times. Hoping you didn’t miss anything and that you’re making sense. The hell of editing. Reading your own work over and over. To the point you actually risk becoming blind to mistakes. What you’ve written is perfectly clear and makes sense – because you wrote it and have now read it the nth time.
That is however not the worst part.
After deciding it’s time to escape edit-hell you unwillingly are cast into the dreadful limbo of waiting. Sending your write-up to the editor and waiting for judgment. Will it be approved for publishing? Does it need more work? Or were so horrible it has become rejected?
The wait that seems like forever…
Just receiving an email makes you jump out of your skin – fall down on the ground in a foetus position shivering from fear of rejection.
“Am I worthy,” you ask. Which in turn evolves into, “I’m not worthy!”
Like this:
Try try again! One bad response just means there’s one fool out there. We all know there are LOTS of fools in this world! Try again!