I finish a round of edits and say to myself "I'm finished" and think the book is the best I can make it.
Fast forward a week.
I spend days reading your blogs with all your writing knowledge and advice. I get drafts back from my critique partners and hold my breath as I read their comments.
I hang my head knowing deep down that there's still more I can do.
I spend a couple of days wallowing in self pity. I have no idea how to make my book better. Not an hour goes by where I don't think that I should probably quit because I'll never be good enough. I should just shut down my blog and never write another word.
A few more days pass and the despair starts to lift and I think. "Well, I guess I'll take one more shot at making it better."
I take a chapter and copy it into another document and start to take it apart. After a few hours, I have my computer read it back to me. "Yes, that's definitely better," I say to no one in particular, because it's late at night and my husband is asleep on the couch.
Then I finally go to bed thinking, "What do you know, I guess I could make it better after all."
Now I just have 22 chapters left to go.
PS: Just so you know I blame all of you for keeping me the revision stage. If it wasn't for your great blogs, exuding all kinds of wisdom, I'd been querying right now. Albeit with an inferior product, but still.