Originally posted at Dead Darlings.
I’ve been working on edits pretty much non-stop since I sold my debut novel (along with mourning my poor dead cat, getting married, going to Chile, and unfollowing relatives on Facebook). There was the big developmental edit. Then came the line edits, then the copyedits. There might have been another edit in there that I forgot about. Now I’m at the point where there are no more edits. The revision handcuffs are on. The ARCs are out. Everything that I could control — the work — is out of my hands.
I am officially in the Oh Fuck Phase.