Having a crisis of faith tonight (not for the first time). I got a full request from a small press that, frankly, I'd forgotten I'd queried. I'd queried them at the suggestion of the agent who was most into my book, so I didn't do much (or any) research on them. I started tonight and they seem legit and have good reviews and happy authors.
But my writing has become much more streamlined over the past few months, and this mush I started writing two years ago, while it's been heavily edited, and developmental edited, and on and on.... suddenly seems unbearably wordy. The style, Gothic, lends itself to that anyway. But I'm realizing why so many agents rejected haha.
It's still my baby, my strange, deformed baby... but I'm not lovin' it so much right now.
Has anyone had this happen?