Me: OK, I think it’s ready.
Inner me: Are you sure?
Me: Well, I could maybe have another look just to be on the safe side.
Inner me: How many edits have you done? Done a line edit yet? Dialogue check, grammar, POV…?
Me: Eleventy billion on my last count, give or take.
Inner me: oh well, one more won’t hurt will it?
Me: No, I’m pressing send.
Inner me: You are? Right. Well, if you’re sure?
Me: No, of course I’m not sure. Do you think it’s ready? I mean you’re always telling me to go for it, so that’s what I’m doing. Going for it.
Inner me: Yes, of course. I’m just here to mess with your head. Don’t mind me.
Me: But what if…
Inner me: What if what?
Me: Nothing, There is no what if. It’s gone. I’ve pressed send. I feel a bit sick now.
Inner me: Go and lie down for a bit. I’ll annoy you with nonsense chatter in your brain while you rest. It’s the least I can do.
Me: *smiles with relief that the BBOD (Big Button of Destiny) has FINALLY been pressed, ignores ramblings of mind about the what ifs that could possibly happen now that it’s been sent*