I'm all about this advice on the Editoral Ass blog today. I reached a turning point yesterday over Diet Coke, a bright spot of hope and confidence for a glimmery and renewed future in which I made a decision to keep editing my book until my fingers bleed. It can only get better while I'm waiting in a stew of torturous four-to-six week rounds to hear from agents. Edit, edit, edit. Then edit some more. Then, uh, edit again.
Here's the blog.