I know yesterday I said, "Don't be afraid to suck." But today, I feel a little like this:
See, I sent my first story out to an editor. A real editor. Not a friend, not a friend of a friend. I'm going to pay this woman to rip m baby to shreds and tell me how to make it better.
I'm praying that she doesn't tell me to find the nearest McDonald's, apply, and give up the ghost. I don't think she will. I think she's too nice to say it like that.
So yeah, I'm not precisely afraid to suck.
But I'm really, really nervous.