You’ve written your manuscript. You’ve figured it out, all the key players you want. You’ve revised it over and again, until it is covered with coffee stains. But it still has more wrinkles than your mother-in-law. It will
never be perfect, fourth time over, more flaws! So you stop what you’re doing and go take a walk. Maybe if you get it out of your head for a day you might be able to pull it together, make it look professional. Because once
you submit it, it’s in their hands. And they can reject all your efforts, the years you put in, the early mornings of coffee and sleepless nights, the bags of liverwurst that hang on a string under your eyes, not to mention your dream of the Pulitzer Prize.