Pressed send today on my SCBWI contest entry. And experienced a plethora of unexpected emotions. Most notable: elation at having submitted something, followed by panic that I'd sent the wrong version, followed by cackling and snide remarks courtesy of my inner critic.
The comment that stuck: the not-so-subtle suggestion that maybe sending no version at all would have been the best choice.
Wallowed in self-doubt until I managed to muzzle my inner critic. Not entirely certain how this happened, but I know some of the things that helped. For one, this month's contest excited my muse. For another, the exercise helped me discover a viable story idea I have to explore soon. And, like Luke Skywalker's one shot on the Death Star, it's away.