So, they say you're never supposed to publish your first novel. You're probably thinking, "What?! You wrote a freaking book! What do you mean you're not SUPPOSED to publish it?"
I felt the same way, reader. But here's the thing: after doing several rereads, having several others read, having it edited, re-edited, and edited it yet again, I'm starting to understand. The issue with one's first novel (and I can say this because I now have two WIPs in the works), is that you're constantly working it. It seems never-ending, like it'll never be good enough, like it'll never be READY.
And to be honest, I just don't think this first novel is that good. There's a lot I love about it, don't get me wrong, but I completely overhauled it. I converted the POV from third to first (talk about a daunting task), deleted tons of scenes, changed a plot, got rid of one plot device, and in the midst of all this TLC, I can't help but wonder if I've ruined it. And I think I might have.
And that's fine.
I wrote this first book just to see if I could even WRITE a book. And I did, and I've caught yet another bug. I'm now working on two more. I'll be shelving Book One. Maybe it'll see the light of day one day, but I'll be working hard to complete Books Two and Three in the meantime.
(And no, not at the same time. I don't have a death wish.)