I wonder if it is normal to tremble at this stage as I work: have finally printed out the manuscript after doing the heavy structural work discussed with my editor, and am reading it out loud and making the small alterations that cry out to be made. I realize a manuscript is never finished: one just stops altering it at a certain point because life has to go on. But I feel a trepidation I'm not used to - a physical shakiness at reading the manuscript after all this hard work. It is almost a kind of fear and I don't understand it. I have to remember to breathe, to go out in the sun, and to eat something with protein in it. Maybe this will be the day I try that golden paella at Jean-Talon Market, although I don't feel like eating. Does anyone else get this feeling of trepidation at this stage in the writing? Or do I just need to buy myself a little bottle of Warrior port?
i just met with two agents and an editor (random house) at a conference in new orleans. the whole process is exhausting and akin to searching for a life partner! i think i'm in the midst of some strange experience that i don't quite know how to decipher. i'd go with the port myself. but, congrats on finishing the edits...
I trembled a little as I read my manuscript outloud the final time before my agent sent it out into the world. I think it's normal to feel that way, some fear or anxiety. I mean, you've poured your heart and soul into your writing. All you need to do is make the little changes, yet you think you see more to do. And yes, on some level a manuscript is never finished, but at some point we have to let it go. It's hard. Good luck with your revisions! I'm in the anxious stage of having my first novel on submission.
I know this stage, Kathleen. For me, part of it was that I didn't want to let my book go as it felt like my spirit's connection with the Feline Zen Master. And then the fear would hit me that it wasn't good enough, it wasn't all I wanted it to be.
Looking back, I remember how I enjoyed adding more descriptive passages, tweaking little pieces to make them shine -- but in the doing of it my stomach often churned and I felt dizzy with fear.
Ah, the joys of writing...