I’m done. I mean, I’m not done-done, but I finished the first draft of the manuscript, sent it to the editor with all 400 photos present and accounted for, and included a giant file for the captions.
Shouldn’t I feel a sense of relief? I don’t. I feel dread. Terrible, terrible dread. Now that I’ve finished this first draft and sent it in, someone is going to actually read it.
God, this is terrifying.