After finishing the last page I thought the worst was past. Was I naive or what?
I asked help from a friend to review the English which I use fluidly with a little help from my dyslexia.
The process took months of painful beautifying, correcting and defending, but the end product was worth it.
I have now a presentable version of my dream, and I want to share it with the world.
So this Wednesday (12-04-2012) I sent it to the editor, hoping for the best and opening my heart to an even more excruciating phase... What will they think of my novel? Is what I wrote worth printing? Will anyone enjoy reading it? And above all how will I survive if they don't? How do you survive when they look at your perfect baby and say... hum, I'm not impressed!?
I asked help from a friend to review the English which I use fluidly with a little help from my dyslexia.
The process took months of painful beautifying, correcting and defending, but the end product was worth it.
I have now a presentable version of my dream, and I want to share it with the world.
So this Wednesday (12-04-2012) I sent it to the editor, hoping for the best and opening my heart to an even more excruciating phase... What will they think of my novel? Is what I wrote worth printing? Will anyone enjoy reading it? And above all how will I survive if they don't? How do you survive when they look at your perfect baby and say... hum, I'm not impressed!?
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