It happens almost every time. It happened with today's Pyro post. It's kind of funny, kind of frustrating, kind of worrying. But it just is, and I can't seem to do anything about it.
What is it?
Regular readers know I worry over my posts a fair bit before they see the light of day. Don't necessary picture days spent sweating in an obscure cave — well, with some, yes, but.... Just know I write carefully, and try to look at them from several different angles proactively before hitting the PUBLISH POST button.
But it simply Does. Not. Matter. how many times I do that, or how hard — some extra dynamic kicks in only after I publish it, and often after I re-read it in its posted form.
It happened today. That post took a couple-few days' work, and has been on my mind a good long time. Yesterday was a very crowded, tense day, but I carved the time to finish it. A few touches more, and it went up this morning.
But as I walked out to my car to head to work, bink! a critical addition struck me, a necessary clarification.
Thankfully, none of my earlier commenters seized on the lack, so I headed off... well, whatever. Perhaps herds of horses of my imagination. Regardless, I headed them off.
How is that "worrying"? Oh, you can guess.
Both my books that are with my two publishers. I worked and worked over them, worried and worried, sought others' input. Now my editor will add his. And I'll worry them some more.
Experience indicates what will happen the moment I receive a printed copy.
So you can understand if I'm already praying for a second edition.
(And no, don't say you'll wait for that one, or there will never be one!)