Well, I have advanced a bit further in the ABNA.  At this point, the anxiety has reached epic levels.  Each cut I make, while wonderful in and of itself, ultimately seems to cause an increase in extreme neurotic behavior.

Since discovering that I am now one of two hundred and fifty, I have been obsessively re-reading the manuscript, frantically checking createspace and amazon to see if any new reviews have been posted, and generally making myself insane.  Ultimately, while I am thrilled to have made it this far, I am terrified the next cut will leave me crying into my bowl of cheerios, woefully bereft of breakthrough worthiness.

Is it April 27th yet?