It was one of those days when the doubts and fears come crashing down to destroy the euphoria I feel. You may know the questions rattling around inside your head, the answers screaming for their moment of attention. Is the novel good enough? Is there enough detail? Is there too much detail? Have I adequately described the scenes? Do the characters have depth? Are they believable, likable, or sympathetic? Does my prose flow and bring the world I created to life? Is my writing enough to compete with the big names of the publishing industry?
Does it even matter?