There's something extremely delicate about having people read your work when you know it's not perfect yet. It's a vulnerability that I don't like, and yet, I desperately need. I write all my books for myself, but I have no problem sharing it with the rest of the world, letting them love or hate it too...
But usually, it's my definition of perfect by then. I know my drafts are good. I've gone through the editing and the hard work necessary to make the story flow... so why am I still so restless?
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