Third Draft Anxieties

October. Breast Cancer Month. In my calendar and on my wall I've renamed it, "rOctober." Because it's the month that I will finally print another draft of my book. In real, designed, laid out, hard bound, 328 page book format that I can hold in my hand and dance around with. Anxiety. It lingers. It's hanging out on my shoulder as I scroll rapidly through the InDesign file, playacting at editing when really the fear of failure is creeping around, feeding the beast. OK. It's not super-scary, I need to breathe and I can't kind of anxiety. It's not an attack. And it's going to go away. And I'm managing it and now it will be gone. And I will get back to work.