I'm working on polishing up the latest draft of my attempt at writing a full-blown book. I don't think of myself as an anxious person, but this thing is driving me batty. I've gotten some decent feedback on it the few times I've sent it out to be read, but I do long stretches of editing in between.
Just me and the text.
I'm constantly looking for errors, tweaking for improvements, criticizing my every weakness.
The only thing that makes me feel more incompetent than critiquing myself is the horrifying process of waiting for feedback from someone else.
It's like overachiever hell.
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