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Oct 2018
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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.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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