You know, feel the fear and do it anyway. Just because I feel it, and feel it big, doesn't mean I shouldn't sit down to write. Or in this case, edit. yes, I'm still editing. So what if it takes a long time? So what? What race am I in? But, the writer who wants to "seen" and "known" rears her well-coifed head, and admonishes me. (We'll call her Cheri; I don't know why. That's just the name that popped into my head right this instant, so it sticks.)

CHERI: Hurry up and finish your editing. the agent who asked for thirty pages is waiting. And the editor next on your submission list, too. Hurry up! [whip crack]

DORA: Uh, no.

CHERI: I'm gonna...

DORA: What? hurt me?

CHERI: Yes! Feed you fear and anxiety from breakfast, lunch and dinner! Ha! Got you now.

DORA: Sorry, babe. I'm going to sit down and edit and you, you I will send you out to buy fertilizer for the garden. Got it?

CHERI: A job to do? Yes, chief, I'm right on it.

DORA: Good, finally...

And that is how I take care of my fear and anxiety monkey. Cheri means well, but she does get in the way. Good thing she loves to shop, for anything.

Ok, back to editing!