I should just send it. Attach, send. But on my last read, I fiddled a lot with that one problematic scene, and I want--no, deserve--the experience of reading clear through and ending satisfied.
So, I'm printing, having breakfast, and then retreating to the sunroom with a pitcher of iced tea. I'm going to read the whole manuscript in one setting, and I'm going to love it.
The theory is that you have to write to satisfy your own innner teen. Mine is apparently a passionate, wry, sensitive 17-year-old with a hyper awareness of weapons and marinara. My "inner brat," as I sometimes call her. She's the one who wants one more turn. I'll make sure she's satisfied.
Then I'll send it.
