It's That Other Time Again

It's that other time again... the time where I sit here and wonder if my writing sucks.  No worries.  It's a phase and part of the whole process.  It's one I'd like to get rid of, frankly, but I'm not sure what kind of writer I'd be if I didn't doubt myself from time to time.  

I mean, think about it.  If you always thought that everything you did was without flaw, why would you ever feel the need to make it better?  Why bother editing?  

Of course, there's the other side of the coin... if you never feel it's free from flaws, why stop editing?  Edit until it's perfect.  Except it's never perfect.

Is this perfect?  Oh, hell no.  I'm not sure any good writer sends his work out into the world feeling it's perfect.  Okay, maybe I can think of one, but she was a whole other level and she's dead, so I can't ask her if she was racked with doubt from time to time.

The key here is to balance the self-doubt with reality.  Are my feelings of total suckage true or is this just a phase?  

It's a phase.  I'll weather though it.  I'll resist the urge to make another edit pass at this.  At least until the notes come back from all the readers.  I'll fix what they suggest and then... Well, it doesn't make any sense to change up a bunch of stuff AFTER the readers have had it.  Then I'd need them to read it all again to make sure I didn't mess something up while I was fixing something else.  Derp.

I'll stuff these feelings of suckage into a sack and shove it to the back with the other sacks from all the other books.  And I'll send this out to fly and be free.

And I'll start on the next book.