An adorable picture that has nothing to do with my post.
Editing has begun. Oddly enough, it isn't as hard as I anticipated. I can't help but wonder if somebody out there is praying for me because, seriously, this was not my forte last time I checked. There were a few scenes that I knew were horrible, but they smoothed out very easily under my fingers. Once I finish going through it (about 5 times), my friend is going to beta-read for me.
It took me until today to get the courage to ask my friend to beta-read for me. You see, he beta-read for me before...so I knew what I was getting into. Last time he read one of my stories, he (figuratively) ripped it to shreds and demanded I put it back together right. I deeply respect his opinion, and he can be quite blunt. Hence, the reason why it took me a few days to get my nerve up.
Why do I still go to him? Because he is right. Because every time he shreds my work, I come out of it a better writer. And that's what I want.
But I am still, as a friend of mine likes to say, taking deep breaths.
All of this will be worth it if I become a better writer as a result -- and I usually do. Each time I finish a project, whether or not it makes it to fame, I can see how much I have improved. And that makes the effort worth it. If it goes on beyond that to be published, then so much the better.
In fact, I would be positively ecstatic to be published. J