My editor sent through edits on my book yesterday. I saw the email sitting in my in-box and felt my chest seize up with fear. I wanted to open the file right away to see what was in store, but I didn't. In fact, I didn't even look until the following morning when I knew I'd be fresher and more able to process what I had to do.
Which meant I had a long night of tossing and turning while I worried about how much work I have ahead of me. The deadline for my book is really soon (December 6th), so I'm very aware of the ticking clock behind me. I have a lot on at work at the moment as well as a family who like me to come out of my writing cave on occasion. So I was concerned.
So, I opened the document with great trepidation. The first few pages were a cloud of 'track-changes' bubbles and my heart sank. But when I got closer and actually started reading them, I realized there was nothing too major that has to be done. I've done the really big stuff already.
And believe me, that was a relief! But now I can settle in and do the edits without worrying too much about the time I have to do them because I'm confident I can knock them off easily in a few days.
Have you ever had unfounded panic about something, only to discover it's not nearly as bad as you might think?