Me: "I really like this book."
Myself: "Me too! I think it pretty much rules!"
Me: "You do?! I couldn't agree more! You know, this might have the makings of a modern classic."
Myself: "That's so funny! I was just thinking the same thing!"
Me: "What about that one part, you know when—"
Myself: "Wait! Wait! Don't tell me! I know exactly which part already! It's genius! G-E-N-I-U-S!"
So am I fool? Am I deluded? Insecure? Drunk? An arrogant ass? Is this book really that good?
Who knows? I'm pretty certain the market will tell me soon enough. But I believe this deeply: you better love your own book with the fierce energy of a momma hyena with her cubs. Because once it gets out there, trust me, there will be plenty of opportunities to defend it.
Now, I'm not saying it can't get better. I'm certainly not saying I wouldn't work enthusiastically with editors who know this biz better than me. But I am saying that if I don't passionately believe in my own idea, my own story, and my potential to knock this f*&$%# out of the park, then no one ... else ... will.
So how about you? Do you love your book? Then shout it from the rooftop ...