What happened to your masterpiece, your perfect manuscript, your door to an award, a Pulitzer or even a Nobel?

After that first positive emotion, you start feeling sad, and that sadness gradually turns into anger and then you feel outraged. The problem gets worse if you start to see some truth into the comments written into your work. “Am I really this ignorant? How could I make so many mistakes? Why had I never heard about this before?  Why did I have to get embarrassed like this? Is this truly how things are?”...

Each comment on the page turns into agony. Each one reminds you that you failed and it hurts your ego, the thing that gets hurt the most in the process. You get sad and depressed, you feel like your stomach is empty and you wish you had never been born, or that you had never written anything.

To make matters worse, the manuscript can’t just lie there. There’s a contract, a commitment, a deadline. They expect you to solve all doubts, to approve or reject changes, to expand concepts and to clean the manuscript to take it to the next stage.