I had a lovely manuscript. Just lovely. I had revised it completely about 5 times and made minor (yet extensive) revisions another 10 times. So I did my research and sent that lovely little piece of writing out to five publishers.
And then regretted it a week later.
I thought of a different way to tell my lovely story. Wait! I can do better! I can do better! Come back, manuscript.
Much like my cats and children, it didn't come back when I called.
So, I re-wrote my manuscript and now I'm actually holding my breath hoping for rejections to come quickly and the allotted time for "assumed rejection" to pass. I want to send my new and improved loveliness out into the world.
And then I'll probably regret it a week later.
Welcome to the wonderful world of self-doubt! Come, have a seat on the sofa of can't-stop-revising! Rest your feet on the ottoman of my-brain-won't-shut-up-about-it. I'll be the chick sitting next to you. : )