It’s time for a legal separation.
Not a divorce from the perfectionist in me. No, just an orderly parting of the ways for the time being.
I have work to do.
Well, actually, I’ve already done a ton of work and would like the guts to put it back in play.
I own the rights to 12 of my 17 novels. There’s no reason not to self-publish their re-release, except for…
The perfectionist in me.
She demands a full re-writing of each, sees nothing but flaws and flubs in their pages and is a royal pain in my behind.
So, legal separation of my own self is now on the table.
Yes, this is what happens when the well-studied go mad.